Aside from grown men wearing leather diapers and people saying that the movie is homoerotic, 300 is almost the perfect movie.
It’s got hot girls, fighting, killing, explosions, treachery, sex with the girl from Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, a rape scene with the girl from Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, midgets, giants, blood and gore. The only thing missing is the ’67 Camaro and a Ronin-esque chase scene.
C’mon, don’t tell me you didn’t type in “300 workout” after you saw the movie and don’t tell me you didn’t shit yourself when you saw them flipping giant truck tires to get in shape.
I admit it – I saw this movie 5 times in the theater. That’s my real measure of a good movie – when I am willing to shell out the 10 bones to get the movie experience over and over again.