300
The movie for which testosterone-dripping males from around the world were anxiously waiting for and drooling at is finally unleashed. Even the 300 trailers left countless unsatisfied wives and girlfriends lying in their cold beds waiting for a radiance of warm touch. Men were absent then and will still be for several more weeks.
Let’s face it. Guys, and some girls, like violence and sex in various potent percentages. The rest can range from classic storytelling to utter crap depending on the individual tastes. The movie 300 is extraordinary in its presentation—it grabbed everything meaningful about gems like Braveheart and Gladiator, botched it up a bit, and slapped it on a digital screen. Does it pass off as a masterpiece? Definitely not, but does it entertain and satisfy the urges? Hell yes.
Based on the graphic novel by Frank Miller, 300 is a retelling of the ancient Battle of Thermopylae in which King Leonidas (Gerard Butler) and 300 Spartans fought to the death against Xerxes and his massive Persian army. A solid historic story intermixed with stunning digital visuals make for an intense regretless experience, but the movie is far from perfect…
Yes, you have the rattling swords, the chopped off limbs and the occasional runaway nipple, but then there are the anti-climactic dialogues, the nonsensical turn of events and the over-exaggeration of things when exaggeration is acceptable or even preferred as a form of artistry.
In the end, 300 will never tread on the classics of the old but it will have its name remembered for its visual uniqueness. For this reason alone you must catch this movie at least once. Even if watching it entails divorcing your wife, breaking up with your girlfriend, or abandoning your daughter in a dark crime-ridden alley.
