Imagine Plato on the day they killed Socrates. Filled with rage, he was walking down when he met Ram Gopal Varma. RGV saw him and offered him to do a movie to take on his rage through spoiling the blood. Searching for a script writer, they finalized Chetan Bhagat. While they were discussing the plot, Vrinda Karat approached them and put down the view that such a bloodbath can not take place in the absence of Women (Her view, not mine!)
So all of them went to Romila Thapar to seek truth, who opened her Pandora's box and helped them all.
All of that eventually resulted into a fabulous piece of movie making, i.e. 300 Rise Of an Empire!!!
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| My dear Thyliptous, why on gods earth would you do that? |
I hadn't seen a ridiculous movie in ages. Thank god. My wish now stands fulfilled!
Before I begin to describe why I am criticizing the movie, I want to confess. I had liked prequel of this movie i.e. 300 pretty much. The special effects, an idea for which 300 soldiers gave their lives, excellent acting skill and a genuine piece of History.
This new piece of shit, sorry bloooood has nothing to with history. Ok, understood. You wanna create new history. Fine! But please, you better create something meaningful.
The worst part of this Romila Thaparization of history is addition of two women. I am not anti feminist and I do like to see Women centered movies. But why do you add two women who have excellent Sword skills and only revenge to serve upon. I mean, if Eva Green was so good at sword, she should have applied for job at Rambo Circus.
Last but not the least, the hero Thermoleptics of Thermophylics whatever his name is, also is deeply saddened first thinking why he shot an arrow, then why only one arrow. He could be an excellent inspiration for Kumar Vishwas to write a patriotic poem.
To be precise, its like watching 3 Sunny Deols combined in one, with barrels of blood descending from sky. For it hardly matters who is getting blooded as long as some semi naked guys are waving their swords, while a god king watches all that from a height. I could not understand till the end, whose rise do they mean and which empire are they talking about?
The worst part I felt in the movie was the loud cheers those bloody shots were getting. Dear Freud, after all, you are right. Maybe we want to do all that happens on screen by ourselves. We even do it partly in video games. We just come here to see a real life, magnified form of our inspiration of violence. To like bloodbath on screen is a purely personal choice (to which I am not against). But cheering to such meaningless filming is nothing better than the Romans cheering for Gladiators.
Original or Graphical, I'm sure blood spill still instills the same Adrenaline rush...
