We’re not even at Easter, yet still I’m craving more. It’s difficult to justify, but my weakness and love for action based sword movies has already been exposed in 2010 by Ninja Assassin, Solomon Kane and Centurion (the review of which will be coming in mid April). I should also confess that despite my instant alarm at any remake of a childhood favourite, I was more excited about Louis Leterrier’s take on Clash than most other films out this year.
I also noticed that the mythological beings are credited as themselves in the final credits, so it’s no wonder I have such a hard time distinguishing between reality and fiction – I’m laying the blame firmly at the feet of Perseus and co, though I wouldn’t change a thing. More importantly, it left an indelible mark on my psyche as to what would continue to excite me cinematically for the rest of my life.Īfter re-watching the original this week, it suddenly hit me that the combination of swords, monsters, violence, naked women, horses and a robot (of sorts) are all things that have me bouncing in my seat to this day. Released in 1981 I can still remember the impact it made on me, at a mere six years of age, instilling me with an absolute fear of Calibos and a slight disgust at the sight of tomato juice. It would appear that the original Clash Of The Titans has a lot to answer for.
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