STARRING: GERARD BUTLER, LENA HEADEY, DAVID WENHAM
PLOT SYNOPSIS
A mere 300 Spartans - legendary descendants of Hercules, world's greatest soldiers and toughest Greeks of all - dig in against an army of thousands of Persians at the battle of Thermopylae. Led by the fearless King Leonidas, their motto is "no surrender, no mercy". Back home, his Queen fends off political opportunists. The Persians' ruler is evil Emperor Xerxes, who throws warriors, giants, elephants and freaks at the noble few. Cue severed limbs, decapitations, spurting blood and much valour and heroism.
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IT'S 480 BC, and men are men. If a male baby's born and shows any weakness, it's tossed on the scrapheap. Boys fight wolves, feel no pain. The greatest honour is to die for Sparta - the Greek province where they simply don't do "retreat". As an early scene shows, diplomacy consists of killing the messenger, viciously.
When the mighty Persians get pushy, Leonidas (Butler) can't be bothered to wait for his government to declare war. Gathering just 300 of his most-trusted psychos, he heads off to meet the enemy. He sets up base in a narrow cliffside pass, by entering which the Persians sacrifice numerical superiority. Persian Emperor Xerxes hurls his forces in in waves of various size and hue: Leonidas repels them all - his ferocious Spartans build walls from Persian corpses. They're hard as nails. When one loses an eye, he snarls, "A scratch. I have a spare."
Meanwhile Queen Gorgo (Headey) is hustled by corrupt Theron (The Wire's Dominic West). But don't worry, she can handle herself - she's a Spartan. On the frontline the rumble escalates ever more insanely to a climax that factors in elements of Hieronymus Bosch, The Matrix and Christ on the cross. At no stage whatsoever does 300 understate.
If Frank Miller's Sin City translated to film in a hypnotic, dark mix of live action and virtual background, this adaptation of his graphic novel 300, from the man who gave us 2004's Dawn Of The Dead remake, is somewhat less classy. Hot for violence, it's over-the-top from the get-go, bursting with gung-ho platitudes about defying the odds. Leonidas (gamely spun by Butler as Russell Crowe doing Richard Burton doing, well, God) is ripe for ridicule, like a stray from Monty Python's Holy Grail, but his suicidal blinkeredness isn't questioned.
Much else here is ludicrous: the soldiers' leather jockstraps and check-my-abs preening come from page one of the Village People's disco manual, while Xerxes is camp as Christmas. The sex scenes are farcical - perfume ads without the backstory. The voiceover's relentless. And the thrust of the movie is a teenage metal fan's damp dream - flies buzzing on mounds of the dead, overweening gravitas, loud macho posturing so devoid of reflection it's a vacuum. There's also the undeniable fact that its clear message - "only the hard, only the strong" - is reprehensibly fascist.
Visually, this blows harder than Sin City: sometimes it flails, sometimes it dazzles (armies plummeting into the sea, arrows like flocks of ravens, creepy lepers licking oracles). Channelling Gladiator, Braveheart, Troy and Spartacus, this is the swords-and-sandals genre retooled for the weapons of mass destruction era. For its many, huge flaws, it's explosive, and utterly committed.
CHRIS ROBERTS
Cleveland
I was very eager to see this film, mainly due to the fact that I loved Sin City. Not just the film or the stories but the way it looked, the way they transformed the graphic novels and put them on to the big screen.
Like Sin City, 300 is taken from one of Frank Miller’s graphic novels which in turn was inspired by the film “The 300 Spartans.” It is a grown up film for grown ups, it doesn’t pull any punches; from the start you are treated to a story of brutality, tradition, honour and down right violence, all in the best possible taste.
It starts with a boy, a Spartan boy (there is a difference) who is taught to fight from the moment he can stand; as he grows he is initiated into a world of pain and violence until he can rightfully take his place in the Spartan Army.
A messenger turns up in the city of Sparta and requests a meeting with the King. King Leonidas then listens while he is told of an army so great and victorious that without his cooperation will destroy Sparta and all of Greece.
Leonidas does not take this kindly and refuses to cooperate; much to the disdain of the towns’ politicians (apparently they were just as bad that long ago). He asks the City Ephors if he can take his army to meet these forces at a geographically strategic point so the enemies’ numbers are nullified.
As this action would be taken in the middle of a Spartan festival (where traditionally men are not allowed to take up arms) and the fact that they have been bribed by a wealthier benefactor, the Ephors refuse.
Leonidas is disappointed but not dissuaded and takes 300 of his best men (with heirs) for a stroll. He is joined by allies at the coast where he will meet Xerxes army. As the armies approach the they are asked to put down their swords and shields, Leonidas replies “come and get them.”
The film then moves into one of the most fascinating and brilliantly filmed battle sequences ever put on the big screen, if they used the same techniques during the filming of The Return of the King they would have given it 2 Oscars.
Although Leonidas and his men are betrayed and finally defeated, their efforts are not invade and spur the whole of Greece to stand up to Xerxes.
This film for me is a must see film for everyone who sees a movie and not just likes the story or a particular actor but sees the effort of the Director, the special effects, graphic designers, the script writers who have turned this graphic novel into, in my opinion, one of the best pieces of cinematic “eye candy” in recent years.
I loved this film and will be paying to see it again, only so I can watch with my mouth closed this time instead of catching flies.
“Brilliant”
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