300

I just watched this one. I am a big fan of Frank Miller, and all his gear, and frankly, I wanted to see the movie that is, according to critics, " ruinning American film for all of its techological effects".

Anywho. The title was a little off. I would have called it 300 Perky Nipples. I must have seen at least that many. Girl nipples, men nipples, covered up but I can still see it nipples, naked nipples, elephant nipples, troll nipples, if it had a nipple, I saw at least one of em. Not that I dont like nipples, for I like mine, and I like my wife's, (she can dial a rotary phone), in fact most gal nipples are ok. I need to see less man nipples, and less of King Lemon-ades ass.

Moving on, it has lots of killing, at various speeds, and angles to satisfy anyones blood lust, and it does look "cool" and all that. Its not really historically accurate, but what is, and all in all it has unapologetic heores, like Dirty Harry in a loin cloth, that never waiver.

My big issue, not that it is an issue, is I felt no connection to the characters. All were the same man basically, so I felt nothing when one was stabbed or hacked on, or dead in some way. Scenes are meant to establish setting or mood, move the plot, and ESTABLISH CHARACTER. This was a Seven Samurai, Alamo, Magnificient Seven flick, that should have set up human elements to these guys. I dunno.

Its like when Spock died. I didnt cry, some Nancies did, but I did feel kinda bad.