This may very well be the artsiest guy movie ever made.
There's blood and gore and boobs and walls of bodies and decapitations -- and it's pretty. It's so, so pretty. Mass amounts of carnage have never looked so good.
The fight choreography is superb -- it's a brutal ballet. And you get a real feel of the camaraderie of this small, noble band.
To those who are bothered by the anachronistic woes, and there are many, I say: Don't watch a movie based on a graphic novel if you want a documentary! Geez people -- watch the movie, enjoy the story, do *not* worry about whether the Spartans had apples!
I don't know their fruit choices, and I don't care. Besides, if you're worried about details, have you *seen* the Roman temple and explosive crossbow bolts in Grendel?
I did wonder, though -- did the Persians come to Greece by way of Vegas? What was with the massive stage sets and gold lame? All Xerxes needed was a few dozen showgirls in feathers and he'd be ready to open at the Flamingo!
And there were so many shouts of "SPARTANS!!!!" that I was beginning to wonder if I was at a Michigan State pep rally.
But the "This is SPARTA!!!" scene was still damned cool.
Amazing visuals, beautiful colors, and when the music rises, you'll get a shiver down your spine. It's that cool. This is on the buy list.
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