Clash of the Titans

Clash of the Titans, that empty vessel of pomp and bombast, is worth a (2-D) watch, if only to see quite how uncomfy the Aussie brickie Sam Worthington actually looks in a miniskirt. (His face says he’s gonna throw up just a little, mate.) Which is quite funny. But the rest of the movie? Not so much. The script feels like some rushed and breathy presentation at a studio pitching session: “And then, they’ll run into giant scorpions, but they’ll be saved by some djinns, who’ll carry them across country to the three witches who….” blah blah blah. The stalwart Britpack of Thesps (I think I’ve discovered a new collective noun!) munch furniture, and there’s someone in the design team who really likes pointy talons/tails with stings on them.

Fortunately though, the locations are quite interesting. The gateway to Medusa’s lair was filmed at the charmingly named Harriet Hole at Dinorwic Slate Quarry in North Wales. Opened in 1787, it’s located between the villages of Llanberis and Dinorwig near Caernarfon, and in its day was the second largest slate quarry in the world. Pics of the production on location (including some bewildered camels) here.

The other stand out location is Teide National Park, a UNESCO World Heritage Site in Tenerife, and Timanfanya National Park in Lanzarote in the Canary Islands. (In a nod of thanks to the islands, the Spanish premier of the film was held there.) Most of the rest was done in studio.

He’s Just Not That Into You

I’ll start right out by saying that He’s Just Not That Into You is set in Baltimore, and that’s perhaps the most interesting thing about it. A wry-ish look at the pitfalls and pratfalls of dating amongst an extended Chinese Whisper of friends and acquaintances, He’s Just was clearly conceived as some modern When Harry Met Sally – complete with mockumentary vignettes from completely unrelated people. Unfortunately it fails.

He’s Just Not Into You stars just about everybody except Cameron Diaz, but only Jennifer Aniston and that spunky little Irish-looking guy from Entourage come across as even vaguely authentic. I remember there was a lot said in the blogosphere about the heinous portrayal of the male gay best friends in the film but I didn’t find it at all troubling given that EVERYONE is a Twitter Update rather than a fully formed character. I’m not saying it’s not amusing. It’s just that there’s really nothing to work with, and nothing to hang the humour on except some really rather sorry social pathologies. I guess, I really just wasn’t into it.

And again smokin’ Bradley Cooper as an adulterer; I shall clearly have to have words.