I laughed out loud while reading one of the local papers this morning. A male entertainment columnist was opining about the new film, 300, and who was likely to go to this film about the Battle of Thermopylae. He wrote, "Not expected to turn out amid the droves of nerds and gay men? Women."
Great googly moogly, does he really believe no woman wants to see a movie full of buff, half-naked men? If he does, consider my mind boggled.
How many women went to see Braveheart? Or Gladiator? Or Saving Private Ryan? Or Troy? I don't think we wandered in by mistake, and the sight of Mel Gibson in a kilt, Russell Crowe in armor, Tom Hanks in his rumpled fatigues, or Orlando Bloom as Paris had nothing to do with our attendance.
The one thing that gives me pause about seeing this movie is that the Historical Inaccuracy Cringe Quotient may be high. After all, those loin cloths? Don't offer much protection, and wouldn't those capes be a pain during battle, with a tendancy to, ya know, interfere with the ol' sword arm? On the other hand, Gerard Butler in a loin cloth!
I'm hoping to get there opening day.