Maybe it's just my imagination, but Sam Worthington seems to be getting slightly less stiff as an actor. He now smiles occasionally, and he's at least risen to the soulful inexpressiveness of the young Ryan O'Neal.
When the Titans last clashed two years ago, their dialogue was idiotic, their plot machinations impenetrable and their 3-D process an add-on disaster. The best I can say for this sequel-not such a bad best-is that you'll want to keep your 3-D glasses on.
Perhaps Liebesman, whose previous movie was the grim "Battle: Los Angeles," is too drawn to the spectacle of battle to find the balance of camp and seriousness a patently ludicrous film such as "Wrath of Titans" seeks.
Not a gigantic leap forward for cinema but, armed with a new director, a new story and the return of a trying-harder Worthington and good ol' Liam Neeson as a put-upon Zeus, a marked upgrade in quality.