So the other night, I scraped up $10 in quarters, hopped on one of the famed San Francisco cable cars, hopped off at California Street, bounced down the road toward Van Ness Street and walked into the AMC Theaters, fully intent on feasting on the media blitz that is "300". Odd title for a movie that has little to do with the number - unless of course you count the number of soldiers they had fight the ... who did they fight again, oh yes, the Spartans vs. the Persians.
Anyway, me loving all things Persian, I sat secretly rooting for the Persian okes. But I was less than thrilled. Hardly moved. Here we have a movie that was put together with the simple idea of putting steroid-abusing, mud-clad men onto a set no bigger than a high school stage, arming them with shields and saying, "Right, I wanna see some heads roll." FAKE. FAKE. FAKE. And what's with the running comentary. Cheesier than a McDonald's burger. Cheesier than my last line! Stay away, at all costs. This is a movie that fails to deliver - unless of course you're into movies that are all CGI.
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