Watched 300 over the weekend on Gold Glass - Easy chair and Big Frozen Coke in hand & Tapas, it was intensely erotic beyond words. Valour spoken in leather thongs and crimson red cape can leave one breathless - not only with excitement but fear, passion and a heightened killer instinct (dormant among many heterosapiens). Blood became insignificant.
The celebration of the male form with chiselled masculinity and the unsettling sexual tension between the Spartans themselves were brushed away by Leonidas as mere male bravado seemed ironic juxtaposed only by the decadent and hedonistic Persians. This among an obvious bisexual undertone drives no justice other than a response of "they can't be serious" and the usual " no heterosexual can look that good in a pair of leather tight underwear".
I have to give this a 9 out of 10 for a comic book adaptation inspired as well from the 1962 movie, "the 300 Spartans". A 7 out of 10 for attempt at homosexual Sparta and 5 out of 10 for poor dialogue.
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Leonidas is never going to be Brad Pitt/Russell Crowe and for that matter this movie should be applauded. This is Sparta - where innuedoes are left unanswered between the love of one man for another in the battlefield. Where union becomes intuition - the dance of death and of pleasures unspoken.
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