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Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief (movie)

Having watched Percy Jackson, I was not able to appreciate it enough. The acting was stinted. The effects was nice but the situations and reactions were not that great. It’s ok to watch at home but the cinema experience simply wasn’t worth the price.

 

However, it did remind me of a lot of wonderful things in reading up on mythology. After all, there was Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Hades and Persephone. Perhaps it’s just me but I actually don’t think Hades would have looked as dreadful as an aging rock star, and I also did not think that Persephone, being a daughter of Demeter, would have looked so dark and gloomy. I don’t particularly like how modern interpretations of the afterlife only show Tartarus. What good is an afterlife if there is only Tartarus to look forward to, anyway? Why would the god of the underworld live in Tartarus instead of the Elysian fields?

 

I look forward to the next instalments of the movie, though I would probably not watch it on a cinema unless treated by someone, simply to see how Dionysius would be depicted in the modern times. I really appreciate what he had done for Ariadne, thus, he became my favourite god. I also look forward to Hephaestus. I understand the feeling of loving when it’s wrong.

 

There’s a lot of things to discuss, laugh over and reminisce on the movie. Charon in particular rings a lot of bells from my past. However, it’s all done, right?

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