In any case: 300. I loved it a lot more than I expected to love it. I was surprisingly captivated by Gerard Butler's performance, which I found was quirky and unexpected and exceedingly touching. It seems I have always loved and will always love
I read in a review somewhere that one of the troubles with the film is that it is so unreal, that through the various technological machinations you lose sight of what "really" happened, and that if the film is the battle of Thermopylae then the director is more the god-king Xerxes than he is the Spartan Leonidas. This troubled at me, and I thought about it a lot, because so much of the film is like a dream, moves like the panels of a graphic novel, is so much it borders on the too much. But at the same time it is cut and layered with a reality I didn't expect, something subtle and mortal that makes this critique, at least for me, a less than valid one. Wenham's voiceover, maybe, has something to do with this effect.
It's personal. The film is really personal.
I expected to enjoy it. I didn't expect to feel it as much as I did, but I did. And now I just want to talk about it. This may or may not be because I really want to use all my new icons.
Have you seen it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? But most importantly--why is there no fiction yet? That's what I want to know.
Also I love every single face Gerard Butler made when he wasn't screaming. You don't see that as much in the trailer but the total exhilarating madness of his character is less in the moments of batshit insane and more in the moments where he makes faces like the one in my icon. I don't know why that is, but in any case, I think I have a little crush.