After about a month hiatus, buddy J and I thought this "new" "300" would be a good way to renew our $5.25 Tuesday Guy's Movie. I figured a Sword-and-Shield extravaganza in the film noire vein the would be just the ticket. A feast of harmless comic-booky violence; a perfect Guys' movie. Boy, was I mistaken.
This flick is a fine example of author Frank Miller's comic book noire style that seems to have influenced heavily the action movie genre. It's loosely based on the ancient Greek tale of Themistocles and the Battle of Salamis, and it nails what I imagine was the mood of the time. Lotsa swordplay, sluggin' and muggin', explosions (yes, they apparently had great fiery blow-ups in Ancient Greece) and blood. (Moms, don't let Junior try to squeeze ticket money out of you by claiming he has to see it for History class. That's baloney. Only the very general premise is accurate in any way, I promise.)
Eva Green was convincingly evil as King Xerxes' vengeful commanding general, and she's reeeally nice to look at. The rest of the cast, including Themistocles, were unfamiliar and forgettable, unless you're a guy who enjoys watching a bunch of muscular men sans shirts butchering another bunch of muscular men sans shirts. (If you are, you've got more problems than whether this movie's good or not.)
I've mentioned here before that I'm not at all a fan of gore. And Brother, this movie's got blood by the buckets. I walked out of the theater feeling like what I imagine a person feels like after working the killing line in an abattoir for six months. If they'd have eased up on the blood a bit, this would be a great Guys' flick. But they didn't — and I wouldn't see it again if they gave me your eyes to watch it with and all the hotdogs I could stuff down.
I give it 12 8-by-10 glossies of Quentin Tarantino.
Go see "The Lego Movie."
Eva Green was convincingly evil as King Xerxes' vengeful commanding general, and she's reeeally nice to look at. The rest of the cast, including Themistocles, were unfamiliar and forgettable, unless you're a guy who enjoys watching a bunch of muscular men sans shirts butchering another bunch of muscular men sans shirts. (If you are, you've got more problems than whether this movie's good or not.)
I've mentioned here before that I'm not at all a fan of gore. And Brother, this movie's got blood by the buckets. I walked out of the theater feeling like what I imagine a person feels like after working the killing line in an abattoir for six months. If they'd have eased up on the blood a bit, this would be a great Guys' flick. But they didn't — and I wouldn't see it again if they gave me your eyes to watch it with and all the hotdogs I could stuff down.
I give it 12 8-by-10 glossies of Quentin Tarantino.
Go see "The Lego Movie."
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