300

On Friday night Jo and I watched the movie 300. In my first year of secondary school (high school to everyone else) I was lucky enough to do one year of Classical Studies. While at first I thought that is sounded like it would be a bit on the crap side, I actually loved every minute of learning all about ancient Greek mythology and those hard-nut Spartans giving the Persians a lot of grief.

The movie itself was as good as the hype. It had everything you needed in a good action movie - Hollywoodisation, lots of blood and guts, fanastic special effects, great wardrobes, superb fight choreography, some humour and a small collection of fine beauties with nipples that could poke your eyes out from 10ft. Watch it and you'll see what I mean. On the flip side, for the girls there were 300 blokes with six-packs, little leather thongs and red capes.

There were one or two things that bugged me though. King Leonidas, played by Gerard Butler, was obviously a mighty fine Spartan who lead his troops from the font and had a "never say die" attitude. Unfortunately, despite being located not too far from the Mediterranean coast, this particular King Leonidas had a Scottish accent that kept creeping in. Checking the web I see that he is indeed Scottish.

It just didn't quite work for me as I never thought the Persians invaded Glasgow. I guess at least the Scots are a bunch of hard-nuts too - it would have been worse if he had a Welsh accent.

David Wenham's accent changed from scene to scene as well. Quite amusing to the pedantic people among us, like myself.

With that said, go see it.