Not a sequel, not a
prequel, more likely a tax write-off, “300:
Rise of an Empire” plays like a long-ass chunk of deleted scenes from
2006’s “300,” from director Zack Snyder and Comic Book God Frank Miller. Shot
in studio with buff-ass actors against green screens in an endless orgy of deft
Greek violence, guts, blood, and machismo, “300” fuckin’ rocked, killing every
snob film instinct I hold. Sick, depraved, baseless fun. This thing, seven
years late and directed by some shit I cannot Google, plays like a junior high
school knock off. I grow tired rehashing it. Eva Green (“Casino Royale”) is the
conquering bad ass b*tch coming to fuck over Greece, and hero Sullivan Stapleton, whose name sounds like a law firm but he is actually an actor playing hero Themistocles, vows to stop her. Blood flies. Tons of
it. Gobs of it. Gallons. This is a film seemingly made by adults that vibes
like it was dreamed by my war-obsessed 12-year-old nephew who has not a clue
what war and violence entails. Except he’s smarter than this lot and can call bullshit. This
is bullshit. D-
Thursday, January 29, 2015
300: Rise of an Empire (2014)
Labels:
2014,
300,
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Frank Miller,
prequel,
Rise of an Empire,
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Zack Snyder
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