I recently went with some friends and watched 300 for a second time. On the first viewing, I was still just absorbing the admittedly gorgeous visual tableux, and was only bothered briefly by the movie's cheesier aspects. The second time through, though, I found myself in desperate need of a shower after leaving the theater. I am something of a fascist, and I don't necessarily object to 'homophobia,' racialism, militarism, eugenics etc. I rather admire the Spartan lifestyle and worldview.
Nonetheless, I was more than a little disgusted with myself for twice spending money on a film by people who obviously have no real committment to these sorts of beliefs, but are willing to package a very ugly shorthand version of them on the theory that there are lots of bigots out there to eat this stuff up. It was absurd enough when Mel Gibson included his totally superfluous anti-gay diatribes in Braveheart, but at least they genuinely represent Mel's own convictions. It's pretty obvious that the people behind 300 aren't racist, misogynist, gay bashers, just that they're willing to play at it for fun and profit. When I walked out of Braveheart, I felt like I had been cheated out of $6.50 and four hours of my life: when I walked out of 300 for the second time, I felt like I had paid for the privilege of having someone piss down my throat.
Nonetheless, I was more than a little disgusted with myself for twice spending money on a film by people who obviously have no real committment to these sorts of beliefs, but are willing to package a very ugly shorthand version of them on the theory that there are lots of bigots out there to eat this stuff up. It was absurd enough when Mel Gibson included his totally superfluous anti-gay diatribes in Braveheart, but at least they genuinely represent Mel's own convictions. It's pretty obvious that the people behind 300 aren't racist, misogynist, gay bashers, just that they're willing to play at it for fun and profit. When I walked out of Braveheart, I felt like I had been cheated out of $6.50 and four hours of my life: when I walked out of 300 for the second time, I felt like I had paid for the privilege of having someone piss down my throat.