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And why does it fall asleep at one point? While watching in wrapped fascination while a black and white herky-jerky clay monkey shambled back and forth on the screen, an artist was being born.
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His old-fashioned stop-motion animation reached a new complexity here, though some of it obviously works better than the rest.
Greek Mythology fasicnates me, so I enjoyed seeing these Gods, Titans, and monsters brought to life on the big screen.
Clash of the Titans 1981 — I loved this movie when I was a kid.