starring Logan Lerman, Brandon T. Jackson, Alexandra Daddario, Jake Abel
screenplay by Marc Guggenheim, based on the novel by Rick Riordan
directed by Thor Freudenthal
by Walter Chaw Say this about Thor Freudenthal and Marc Guggenheim's Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters (hereafter PJ2): you're more than justified in questioning its existence, but at the end of the day it's impossible to make something this bad by accident. No, it takes genuine inspiration to be this tone deaf, to create something that requires intimate knowledge of the source novel or the first film in this benighted franchise yet will instantly piss off the teenies who love the Rick Riordan books and the far fewer souls who liked that first movie. For me, because I love my 9-year-old daughter with all my heart, I endured PJ2 and only thought about walking out a half-dozen times before resigning myself to the murky 3-D and even murkier execution. Yes, it's awful, that much is to be expected, but that it's significantly worse than a movie that was already terrible by nearly every objective standard is really some kind of accomplishment. At the end of the day, when a 9-year-old articulates that what's wrong with the film is that they took out all the relationship stuff, cherry-picked crap from other novels to contrive a half-assed cliffhanger for a sequel that will likely never happen, and basically fumbled the promise of the title, well...at least PJ2 can claim the distinction of awakening the critical facility in a child who, before this, thought every movie was pretty good.