The 300!

I just got back from watching 300, the movie based on Frank Miller’s graphic novel, which was based on the epic Battle of Thermopylae.

The movie started off with telling the story of how Leonidas became tough as nails, which was interesting enough. I’ve heard some people comment that the beginning of the movie was drawn out and boring. It did help set the scene for those that aren’t familiar with the background of the battle. It also provided the only female T&A you’ll see for the next 80 minutes.

I can say without hesitation that 300 was one of the bad assiest of all the movies focusing on guys hacking at each other with swords and shields. Braveheart pales so much in comparison that you would have thought that Braveheart was a movie about albinos having a snowball fight in Antartica because it was so pale.

Normally, in the types of movies that pit thousands of people against thousands of other people in battle, you get a sense of confusion during the scene. The choreography of these films is such where you don’t concentrate on one area, lest you see that the actors actually AREN’T cutting off each others arms and heads. However, in 300, I would say 80% of the battle scenes are in slow motion. Every slice of the sword and thrust of the spear is planned to make the audience think, “OMFG, these guys are seriously some of the baddest dudes ever.” And that is exactly what I was thinking.

Also, seeing 300 is beneficial to your physical well-being. If there was a movie that will make you get off your couch and hit the gym, it’s 300. One hundred and seventeen minutes of six pack abs and coppertone tans had me feeling like a leprous invalid sack of shit. So much so that I bypassed a few train stops on my way home and got myself in a good walk.