The film '300' should be seen by persons who would like to experience how it feels to move upon an artist's canvas. To become one with every mixed medium in which this film was created visually.
As an artist, I fully appreciated the golden and silvery washed tones and hues of colors used throughout the film, bringing to the screen a two hour surreal experience in visual art. I felt as if I had been placed within one of the oil canvas's by artist, Cerquozzi, (known as Michelangelo of the Battles, in the 1600's)
There is also a great element of 'opera' to 300. From the way in which the film has been staged. The way in which the actors deliver their scripted lines. The period costumes and set designs. The choreography. The frightening sound effects, to the hauntingly beautiful music traveling through every corner of the theatre in which one is seated.
300 is not a film about the use of special effects, but rather that the effects in it are special. And magical. Every brush stroke is its own genius.
I didn't care to know the process of how this canvas was created, nor the tools used to bring it life. I'm interested in the final result of ones laboring hours put into their craft.
What often first appears ugly and violent in this film often becomes beautiful as it continues to unfold before ones eyes. 300 delivers an answer to only one true question, 'What did the artist, this film maker envision prior to putting his work up on the screen?'
The spoken word said aloud in 300 are minimum. I've probably written more words on this page then the subjects verbal exchanges which took place in the film. I realize there are some who have attempted with this film to cut out the tongues of its spoken word. Or pull them out and wag them into the ears of the 21st century as if they were their own.
However, if you can view 300 leaving it intact and can appreciate it as nothing more nor less than a beautifully executed painting, a moving canvas, you are also probably that one in a million whom upon viewing a self portrait by Van Gogh did not gasp, 'My god! He's missing an ear'; but rather remarked on the contrast between the specks of color in the artists eyes to that of the flowers he painstakingly painted in the back ground.
