Thursday, July 19, 2007

Just Read: 300 by Frank Miller

There's been so much said about this book over the past ten years that I don't know what I could add at this point.

It's not quite as homoerotic as I expected, I guess, but it's still awfully damn homoerotic. I'm not the kind to make armchair psychological evaluations of people I don't know, but...Frank may be seeking something he wants to deny himself.

And, of course, at some point in the '90s, Miller turned into a full-on parody of himself, without anyone noticing it.

Otherwise...eh. It's very nice-looking, but the narration is terribly overwrought and I don't particularly want to be in the head of a bunch of Spartans (particularly Miller's kind of Spartans) for more than a minute or two at a time. It's not a book I expect to ever re-read, and I don't intend to keep it.

1 comment:

Johan Larson said...

It's not quite as homoerotic as I expected, I guess, but it's still awfully damn homoerotic. I'm not the kind to make armchair psychological evaluations of people I don't know, but...Frank may be seeking something he wants to deny himself.

Shouldn't you be wearing your cape, Projection Boy?

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