You people are overreacting to the fact that I don't like this movie that you all did. Grow up, people have different opinions. You think my opinion is jaded because I know more about film? Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds? I'm not trying to validate anything. I'm trying to make my point clear to retards like you who think my feelings towards the film are baseless, and that I'm saying all this simply to "take the fun out of films." Fuck off. If I'm truly ruining your fun, then, well, I don't think there's much hope left for you. Why can't you assholes just accept the fact that some people see things differently than you? You people are such fucking cowards when it comes to opinions that don't match yours.[/QUOTE]
"Grow up, people have different opinions."
Why can't you assholes just accept the fact that some people see things differently than you? You people are such fucking cowards when it comes to opinions that don't match yours.
The irony.
I don't really care whether you did or did not like 300, but it's really kind of funny when all you can do is flame at somebody
Anywho, I actually kept thinking about the political motivations and the hidden themes throughout the entire movie. I think the detraction to home compared to the battlefield is extremely relevant, even if the scene seemed somewhat "cheesy." Miller defines the different political boundaries--what constitutes necessary and unnecessary--in the different places. I'm especially intrigued by the somewhat allegorical element to the entire move. I've heard critics claim that the king is equal to bush, and I pretty much agree with the sentiment. I've heard people saying that this is the opposite (with Bush being the Persian God), but seriously, the comparison the stubbornness of the King to Bush, and the "tricks" of the terrorists have more parallels. That being said, I especially like the stark contrast between the victories and defeats held in battle, that battle is never a good thing but sometimes inevitable.
By the way, I did feel a certain degree of disbelief with the death of the son, more so because I spent the next 3 seconds staring at the bottom of that head trying to see if they did the guts properly
Jam it back in, in the dark.