In the end we watched 300, a war movie about 300 Spartans who protect Sparta from an invading army of like a billion Persians.
Augustus’s movie started before mine again, and after a few minutes of hearing him go, “Dang!” or “Fatality!”
every time someone was killed in some badass way, I leaned over the armrest and put my head on his shoulder
so I could see his screen and we could actually watch the movie together.
300 featured a sizable collection of shirtless and well-oiled strapping young lads,
so it was not particularly difficult on the eyes, but it was mostly a lot of sword wielding to no real effect.
The bodies of the Persians and the Spartans piled up, and I couldn’t quite figure out why the Persians were so evil or the Spartans so awesome.
“Contemporaneity,” to quote AIA, “specializes in the kind of battles wherein no one loses anything of any value, except arguably their lives.”
And so it was with these titans clashing. Toward the end of the movie, almost everyone is dead,
and there is this insane moment when the Spartans start stacking the bodies of the dead up to form a wall of corpses.
The dead become this massive roadblock standing between the Persians and the road to Sparta.
I found the gore a bit gratuitous, so I looked away for a second, asking Augustus, “How many dead people do you think there are?”
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