Never thought you'd hear me say that, eh?
Anyway- I only go to movies at noon on Sunday from now on. Hence the thanks to my archnemesis, organized religion.
Maybe three dozen people at an opening-weekend screening of 300. Heaven.
Good flick. More fleshed out than the source material, with characters that are, more or less, worth giving a damn about. A bit melodramatic at times.
Sadly, nary a moment may pass that I do not wish to beat some member of the puplic to death with a breadbag of Jello.
Some complete tit was complaining about historical accuracy as well left the theatre. See... sigh. What the hell can I say? Once again, I hate my people, and I hate my species.