Objectively, Clash of the Titans is not a good movie. The characters are names rather than people, the action scenese are incomprehensible, and the adventure never builds to a climax. Subjectively, it feels like a classic 80s b-movie, consisting of cheese, cheese, and cheeze-whiz, and that kind of picture always hits my sweet spot.
The original Clash of the Titans came at the end of a long reign by Ray Harryhausen as innovator king of special effects work, with his stop-motion creations that spanned decades in science fiction and fantasy films, often considered classics. Clash was also made pre-CG, when matte paintings were still the tool of choice, compared to contemporary green screen images. The original film, limited by these technical restraints (or was it freer because of them?) also came across as sweetly innocent, made for a purpose (genre entertainments that families could enjoy) that was fitting of its era (decidedly un-ironic times, those). Harry Hamlin’s fresh-faced Perseus was aided by aging Burgess Meredith (as an actor who filled in the blanks) and a tweeting robot owl .