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I watched 300 last night. Normally for a movie like this there is tons to talk about, like how amazing the cinematography was or how much better if would have been to watch it without dialogue or how maybe it’s an apologist’s take on our current administration’s war (with the Queen serving as the Condi Rice figure) or how the attempts to make the Spartans be men that loved freedom and their wives and sons but were just too manly to say it out loud and were anything other than thugs was, uh, unbelievable, really.

But I can’t talk about any of it because I was frankly distracted the entire time by the battalion of David Beckham look-alikes (those abs! those thighs!) that wandered around in nothing but leather jockstraps the entire freaking movie. Oh, occasionally they would stop and pose against a gray sky and then other times they did some running and fighting with lots of blood and shouting … but all pretty much naked.

If there were an Oscar for most homoerotic movie that fetishizes doomed masculinity while attempting to justify it in a thin cloth of honour and duty, this would win hands down (Gladiator would be runner-up though).

So when’s the sequel?