The Original 300 raised a certain kind of bar for
hyper-reality and overacting. The spraying blood and ridiculous visuals were
matched well by Gerard Butler’s screaming and posturing. In a way, a new genre
was born. This current iteration lacks the charismatic hero of the former. Not
that there’s anything wrong with Themistocles or his quest, but he acts like he
might be more at home in a more historically accurate sword and sandal pic.
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THE OTHER HAND… Eva Green smirks, bitches, and wisecracks her way into stealing
this movie out from everyone else. Her bellowing and self-aggrandizement is
HYSTERICAL. She seems like she truly understands what Gerry Butler had achieved
and she’s determined to surpass his heroic histrionics with her own deliciously
conniving villainy. She takes what could have been a tolerable but unremarkable
movie and turns it up to eleven.
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