Me invitaron a ver la premier en Xalapa de la película 300, que es una adaptación de la novela gráfica de Frank Miller.
Visualmente la película es un agasajo. Un poco en la vena de Sin City, la adaptación utiliza el lenguaje gráfico de Miller de forma por demás convincente y entretenida.
Además, buena parte de lo que se dice en la película, por lo menos lo había escuchado en la escuela hace mucho tiempo, o lo puedes ver en la Wikipedia, parece que es un a adaptación relativamente fidedigna de lo que sabemos pasó en las Termopilas hace chetamil años.
El problema es que la película apesta a propaganda Pro Occidente, Anti-Oriente. Para variar los malos son los orientales. Curiosamente los Persas.
Encontré una crítica al respecto, que aunque demasiado vitriólica, si toca la mayor parte de puntos que me molestaron de esta película:
(http://www.exile.ru/2007-March-23/war_nerd.html)
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Miller even has Leonidas taunt the Athenians calling them "boy-lovers." Athens, the true hero of the war against Persia, gets dissed time and again in this movie. You won’t hear a word in 300 about Salamis, the real decisive battle of the war – because it was Athens, not Sparta, that destroyed the Persian fleet at Salamis. The Spartans wanted to run away from the Persian fleet and wall themselves off in the Peloponnese (you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve messed up the spelling on that damn word). They didn’t have a clue about combined-arms operations (which the Athenians handled durn well). In fact, the Spartans, who are called "the finest soldiers in history" over and over in this movie, were a mediocre, one-dimensional, inflexible military force.
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It’s downright hilarious the way this movie punishes every smart character. Every time someone wants to argue with the war party in this movie, he’s evil. Everybody who talks in a normal tone of voice is evil. Miller shows two scenes where the Spartans murder Persian envoys arriving under a flag of truce. And both times, you’re supposed to cheer.
Since when do Americans cheer when truce parties are murdered? Well, that’s pretty easy to answer, actually: since Iraq. These diehard neocons have gone insane because there’s no way they can argue for an invasion of Iran any more. But they still want it, bad. So they’ve taken a crash course in fascism, jumping all the way to cheering for Sparta and booing for Athens – because Athens stands for brains and flexibility and talking things out. They can’t win the argument, so they want to kill anybody who tries to argue. That’s why Leonidas kicks the Persian envoy down a well.
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But here’s what’s really interesting about Leonidas’s "freedom" speeches: every one happens just after he’s thrown some envoy down a well or stabbed somebody who advocates talking strategy. That’s the real fantasy here: wouldn’t it be great if we could just yell "Hoo-ah!" non-stop and just kill the naysayers? You can almost see this pitiful dweeb Frank Miller jacking off every time his musclebound Spartan hero kills another envoy or politician. That’ll shut’em up!
Well, it might be fun but it’s not war, fellas. If there’s one thing we shoulda learned from Iraq, it’s that in asymmetrical war, the following items are totally useless, in fact worse than useless, because they get in the way:
1. muscles
2. "Hoo-ah!"
3. killing anybody who points out the flaws in your plan.
Contrary to what amateur fascists think, the really successful military elites encourage discussion, train mid-rank officers to react independently, and discourage yelling, steroid use and macho bullshit in general.
Ayer se me ocurrió salir temprano de la oficina e ir al cine.