Persia 0 - Sparta 3
aah hoo aah, sparta!
never before have i walked out of a movie after 1am and felt such energy and alertness from an audience. from the majestic arabian steads that sweep into sparta with their god like, chiseled hottie that has come to let sparta know that slavery is a coming and like the rest of the conquered fools they too should bend over and take it up the batty, him being booted into the well, the sweeping cinematography, the indistinguishable beauty of the graphic paintings and recreated landscapes, the fact that i was totally fooled by the cgi, the genius of the spartan battle strategy fueled by freemen and the list goes on... i realise i started that sentence with a from and a too should follow but i cant seem to think of the end of the brilliance...
this is obviously not a movie to go and watch if you were looking for historical accuracy, real life drama and general mumbo jumbo history lessons...
hello critics, its a graphic novel, its frank miller, its artistic gratuitous violence...
plus somehow i walked out of there not feeling like i had watched a violent movie. perhaps my fondness of films like kill bill or sin city may have something to do with my subdued attitude to the walls of bodies that the spartans rack up? none the less there was a beauty to the way that the blood splattered, how it was dream-like rather than simple violence recreated on screen in a saw-like frenzy.
there was an emotion captured in this movie that seemed to override the fact that waves after waves of persian slaves were being ass whipped by buffed, looking for a good kill greeks. the fact that these men had 'trained' since childbirth, were beaten into believing that nothing was more important than dieing in a spectacular battle and that all of this was to protect their 'freedom' seemed to distract you from the fact that heads were being severed or torso's gutted and the like. their was a power in the drawing of the characters that translated off the screen into those watching, fueled them to wake up, look up, take note, and definitely want to come again!
never before have i walked out of a movie after 1am and felt such energy and alertness from an audience. from the majestic arabian steads that sweep into sparta with their god like, chiseled hottie that has come to let sparta know that slavery is a coming and like the rest of the conquered fools they too should bend over and take it up the batty, him being booted into the well, the sweeping cinematography, the indistinguishable beauty of the graphic paintings and recreated landscapes, the fact that i was totally fooled by the cgi, the genius of the spartan battle strategy fueled by freemen and the list goes on... i realise i started that sentence with a from and a too should follow but i cant seem to think of the end of the brilliance...
this is obviously not a movie to go and watch if you were looking for historical accuracy, real life drama and general mumbo jumbo history lessons...
hello critics, its a graphic novel, its frank miller, its artistic gratuitous violence...
plus somehow i walked out of there not feeling like i had watched a violent movie. perhaps my fondness of films like kill bill or sin city may have something to do with my subdued attitude to the walls of bodies that the spartans rack up? none the less there was a beauty to the way that the blood splattered, how it was dream-like rather than simple violence recreated on screen in a saw-like frenzy.
there was an emotion captured in this movie that seemed to override the fact that waves after waves of persian slaves were being ass whipped by buffed, looking for a good kill greeks. the fact that these men had 'trained' since childbirth, were beaten into believing that nothing was more important than dieing in a spectacular battle and that all of this was to protect their 'freedom' seemed to distract you from the fact that heads were being severed or torso's gutted and the like. their was a power in the drawing of the characters that translated off the screen into those watching, fueled them to wake up, look up, take note, and definitely want to come again!
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