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Tuesday, March 11, 2014
MOVIE REVIEW
300: Rise Of An Empire
Sex, War And Lots Of Headless Bodies In Bloody Waters

Eva Green as
Artemisia in "300: Rise Of An Empire", directed by Noam Murro.
Warner Brothers
by
Omar P.L. Moore/PopcornReel.com
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A theatre of blood, "300: Rise Of An Empire", the follow-up to Zack Snyder's
"300", is almost non-stop red, its story about Persian naval leader Artemisia
(Eva Green) leading a charge in the war against Greek general Themistokles
(Sullivan Stapleton,
"Animal Kingdom"), who seeks to unite the nation without
support from Spartan Queen Gorgo (Lena Headey). Frank Miller's graphic
novel "Xerxes" is the basis for the new film, directed by Noam Murro.
"Rise Of An Empire" plays like a video game with a body count worse
than "Call Of
Duty". Choreographed like a ballet, the action film is executed with
blunt precision,
with beheadings and slayings as gruesome punctuation marks. Blood, the
film's prevailing character, splatters and floats like a butterfly across the
screen in slow-motion "Matrix" style. You can even see the molecules if
you look closely enough. Mr. Murro's film is pure fetish art and gratuitous
spectacle.
On the big screen war provides an opportunity for bloodlust and the lurid.
War, after all, is these things and more. The hatreds between the Greeks
and Persians in the 5th Century B.C. allow Mr. Murro every opportunity to
indulge in a viscera that doesn't submerge the film's clunky, formulaic rhythms and
Ms. Headey's
misplaced narration. The film's weak dialogue is written by
Mr. Snyder and Kurt Johnstad.
Mr. Murro's "Rise Of An Empire", which contrasts black-gray Goth gloom with
golden tones, isn't a total disaster though. Its chief problem is it has
too many characters to juggle. Some, including Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro),
are ceremonial when they should have a greater role. Xerxes, the god king,
formerly a warrior in the Persian navy, is sidelined, preening and posing more
than he did in Mr. Snyder's film.
If anyone rises above this bloody mess it is Ms. Green, who sinks her teeth into
Artemisia with a charm, danger and delectability that keeps you watching (and
rooting for her.) As the villain the actress grabs the stage and takes
complete command of it the way villains often do. Ms. Green is sexy,
ruthless and uncompromising. Irresistible, she delivers the film's best line, a
distinctly
memorable one.
Ms. Green however, is the fulcrum of the film's time immemorial selling points: sex and
violence. She gives as good as she gets, and is in the thick of the
fighting as an indefatigable warrior. Artemisia bares her bosom and dances
a dance of sex and death with Themistokles. The violence is the sex, and
the sex is the violence. On another note, one of the opening images "300:
Rise Of An Empire" is of a restrained woman's breasts
bouncing in slow-motion. We see breasts before we see the face of the woman
they belong to.
(Actually I don't think the face was ever shown at all.)
Everybody in "300: Rise Of An Empire" is too pretty for war. To sell war
in cinema these days it appears the M.O. of every director and casting
director is to beautify actors for their inevitable celluloid slaughter. Much
about "300: Rise Of An Empire" has a pristine albeit rugged brutality.
Despite the abundance of death everything is just too neat. It's a Hollywood
war, or Hollywar, that shimmers but doesn't shake.
Also with: David Wenham, Andrew Tiernan, Andrew Pleavin.
"300: Rise Of An Empire" is rated R by the Motion Picture Association Of
America for strong sustained sequences of stylized bloody violence throughout, a
sex scene, nudity and some language. The film's running time is one hour
and 37 minutes.
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