A story about "300" — 2 years ago
Gorgeous, gorgeous movie. Every fold of cloth and every ripple of muscle could not have been used to better visual effect. But I think I am destined to just not get the whole Frank Miller ultraviolence thing. Fine, art is supposed to make you uncomfortable, whatever. But the majority of the battle in this movie is just so… gross. Each pumping, sundered vein is treated by the camera with as much reverence as all that cloth and muscle. After a certain number of improbable blood sprays, you have to wonder what point the artist is trying to make.
I repeat: I just don’t get it.
