I saw Pecry Jackson and the Olympians over the weekend, and walked out of the theatre with that all-too-depressingly-familiar sensation of having wasted ten bucks and two hours of my life, neither of which I will ever get back.
Pretty much anyone with half a brain can see that this basically a rip-off of Harry Potter, another example of if one is good, twenty are better. And yes, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…but come on! They weren’t even trying here! Five minutes after the opening credits and it was pretty clear what the plot of the movie would be, who the true villain was, and basically how everything would go. It was like the screenwriters had a coming-of-age-fantasy-tale checklist and were ticking off the items one by one. “Mother abducted by evil dark lord villain…check. Tough girl romantic interest...check. Romantic interest and male lead initially hate each other, but then change their minds…check Golden boy school/camp/dorm mate who starts out as a true friend but turns out to be a baddie in disguise…check.”
Originality isn’t something Hollywood is known for these days, but couldn’t they at least have made an effort, instead of employing a cut-and-paste plot that a fifth-rate hack could have written while drunk, stones and tripping? Not to mention Pierce Brosnan as a centaur…you could tell he was just putting in the bare minimum of effort in order to justify a paycheck.
I could and links to a few reviews, but why bother? Here’s the IMDB board for this piece of drek…my opinion is by no means unique.
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