My gaydar is weak but I saw a "making of" sneak preview on HBO and from what I saw, this review is right: If 300 was any gayer, it would think Margaret Cho was funny. A bunch of guys with shaved chests prancing around in speedos, posing and flexing their muscles... For the record, I'm not a homophobe -I actually went to a Village People concert, as well as midnight screenings of Showgirls and Mommie Dearest. It's just that listening to people talk about it, you'd think it was a great war movie or something when in fact it's just Baywatch for gay guys.Totally gay, according to this still-tingling viewer:
I caught 300 last night and thought I'd pass on my thoughts.
It is a deeply silly and deeply beautiful film. It's most silly when it's trying to be a movie, and it's most beautiful when it's trying to be a graphic novel. Fortunately, it mostly just tries to be a graphic novel. But, ah, the men Andrew. All those beautiful, beautiful men dancing around in briefs and capes. It almost brought me to tears. It is perhaps the gayest movie that I've ever seen that wasn't porn.
Those who try to deconstruct the movie into a statement on the current war, or who say that it is racist or (most glaringly wrong) anti-gay are utterly missing the point. Everyone (perhaps excluding the Queen) in the film is gay. You have the butch gym queens of Sparta (I mean can any chisled man run around in speedos and a cape and call himself straight?), and the pierced, shaved, and bejeweled bar queens of Persia. It's gay-on-gay violence, pure and simple. If I were to cast this film in any way (and it really is far too silly for this sort of analysis), I'd say it was portraying the libertarian, buffed and bearded Sullivanistas taking on the effete, decadent elites of the HRC. The movie is clearly on the side of the Sullivanista/Spartans, and so am I.
Here's to speedos, capes, and libertarian principles!
Sure, but no speedos!
I think it's funny how war whores are trying to grab onto the movie since it depicts white "heroes" fighting against hordes of Persian darkies. That smarmy putz Michael Medved practically blew a load over the movie last Friday.
What's really funny is that war whores can't even come up with celluloid jingoism anymore. Maybe the humiliating experience of John Wayne's The Green Berets scared them off. I think it's progress of a sort when warmongering fucktards have to get their fix of movie house jingoism from movies like Rambo and 300 which are so overtly gay.