300–sheesh
So we went and saw 300. It was an awesome movie. A violent, yet tasteful, and powerful movie about the battle of Thermopylae. It was very toosh-kicking, with just the right amounts of comedy and Spartan-style romance (say what?) sprinkled around the film. However…while watching, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate.
Check out this picture and you’ll see what I mean.
Yes. My six pack resides in the fridge, next to the chicken and spaghetti from last night.
And scenes like this saturate the movie. Just wait until you see when they fight–and start exerting themselves. Dang! Whether or not those bodies are CGI-chiseled, every man watching this movie can’t help but feel like a giant slab of woobly fat.
Lucky for me, my girlfriend doesn’t mind it.
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