Talk about childhood trauma. At summer camp, we had a printout of campfire songs and for “Puff, the Magic Dragon,” there was a blasphemous typo. Instead of “Puff that mighty dragon, he slipped into his cave,” ours read “Puff that mighty dragon, he slipped into his grave.” So I grew up cursing little Jackie Paper for driving a depressed Puff to bury himself alive (yes, I had already seen too many horror movies by the time I was eight).
I love to see so much love for Clash of the Titans. Other than Olivier’s selective enthusiasm, the rest of the film just feels so sincere.
