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By Adam Garcia So I got a call from my friend. He said to me, "Dude, I just walked out of 300. It sucked." I, for one, cannot quite wrap my head around walking out of a movie. I paid to see it; I've already invested time in it by the time I would be making my decision to walk out of it; so I might as well see it through. (Except for Batman and Robin. I know I don't need to add onto the heaping, steaming pile of insults that movie has received, but let it be known that I've walked out of that movie and only that in my movie going career. I also took a number of cigarette breaks during Dude, Where's My Car?) I went to go see 300 and found myself in my seat the entire time. I would not say I was truly pleased to be sitting there the whole time, but overall the movie was impressive to watch. There is no mistaking the visual feast of visual feats in this film, but as far as getting invested in the story was concerned, I found myself sitting in the theater with no dice. Moments of true intensity and feeling were sprinkled throughout, but I just didn't care about the characters. I couldn't, for the life of me, tell you a character's name if I tried (with the exception of Xerxes, who was creepy and badass, even when the he finally found himself afraid). Also, the last shot of the film took its heart and soul from another epic battle film whose character's names I can remember quite well. While pleasing to the eye, the film is not as original as the hype would have you believe. A pretty picture, but not quite worth a thousand words from the mouths of characters I really care about. |
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