I never got around to seeing the first film in the series that looked like little more than an American knock-off of Harry Potter, albeit one embroiled in the world of Greek Mythology. The sequel proves to be competent yet leagely inconsequential, as Percy, who is the illegitimate son of Poseidon, God of the Oceans, is sent on a quest ot find the Golden Fleece, with his trusty friends in tow. Nathan Fillion pops up and makes a decent Firefly gag, but really there’s nothing here to raise the film above the realm of disposable, and it all just feels a little too close to home for anyone familiar with a certain universe created by J.K. Rowling.