evening on the ground

i've been to movies a lot this past week. spanish, czech, slovak. all beautiful. more than only entertaining.
yesterday i had to make a choice. 3 more czech movies or 300.
i've already seen 300 right after the premiere. i wanted to write something completely shallow, but nothing 'witty' came to my mind.
i really liked the film. the epic atmosphere, vividness, costumes. oracle's prophecising - her 'dance,' her robe floating amid smoke; queen's noble speech in front of the council, that display of woman's strenght.
actors playing proud, heroic men. their anger, honor, bravery. their bruises, scars; cuts enwritten upon their tired skin.
i'm still very idealistic, and my naivety is regularly sustained by comic books.
sacrifice, heroism - those things really 'catch' me, even when only in films.

oh, and of course - handsome, almost nude men. especially king leonidas.

300 won.
maybe i'd have been richer with artisitic experiences [or something of that kind] had i chosen those 3 czech films [love the language] , i don't know.
maybe i would get the label of someone who watches 'good' movies, independent, artsy, blah blah blah blah.
but hey, king leonidas. you gotta love those abs.

[81 days]