In a desperate delaying action, a picked force of three hundred Spartans was dispatched to the pass of Thermopylae, where the confines between mountains and sea were so narrow that the Persian multitudes and their cavalry would be at least partially neutralized. Here, it was hoped, an elite force willing to sacrifice their lives could keep back, at least for a few days, the invading millions.
Three hundred Spartans and their allies held off the invaders for seven days, until, their weapons smashed and broken from the slaughter, they fought “with bare hands and teeth” (as recorded by Herodotus) before being at last overwhelmed.
The Spartans and their Thespian allies died to the last man, but the standard of valor they set by their sacrifice inspired the Greeks to rally and, in that fall and spring, defeat the Persians at Salamis and Plataea and preserve the beginnings of Western democracy and freedom from perishing in the cradle.
Two memorials remain today at Thermopylae. Upon the modern one, called the Leonidas Monument in honor of the Spartan king who fell there, is engraved his response to Xerses’ demand that the Spartans lay down their arms. Leonidas’ reply was two words:
“Come and get them.”
I have returned from viewing one of the finest movies from Hollywood in some time.
Yes, some liberties were taken to make the film visually more dramatic;
yes, the movie minimizes or completely dismisses the true number of warriors firming up the pass at Thermopylae (actually numbering, it is estimated, at 5,200) accompanying the 300 Spartans. And yes, much to the
chagrin of the New York Times, it becomes a matter of lighter-skinned warriors (Greeks and their variants) vs. darker skinned warriors (Persians). Mr. Scott, in his review, completely dismisses
300 as an excursion into violence and stupidity. His review reveals himself to be likewise ignorant of core values such as
loyalty,
honor and
courage. In times like these the film stands accused of improperly emphasizing the
maleness of its characters, and there is much testosterone on the screen. I’ll get back to this in a moment.
Inspiration for the film comes from the Frank Miller/
Lynn Varley graphic novel of the same name:
300.
Frank Miller, a minimalist artist who once worked for Marvel Comics and was responsible for taking the character Daredevil to his most lofty heights, has also drawn a number of comics for DC, Dark Horse and produced many of his own graphic novels to include the infamous, corrupt and groundbreaking
Sin City. Miller is known for the stark and sometimes harsh noir-like lighting of his work — as well as its unabashed violence (excellent all-encompassing
Miller website here).
Midpoint through the film I began to think: this is nothing more than an allegory for our times now. Here is a king, Leonidas, who decides to do what he must to save his country and, in making this decision, goes against an edict from the Oracle and therefore stands against the law. He takes a small group of 300 true warriors, inspired by his leadership, buttressed by some allies, and decides to make a strategic stand in the best possible place extant utilizing tactics born and bred of the best Spartan traditions.
King Leonides is betrayed on two fronts: first by Ephialtes, a misshapen Greek who is told he must stand completely erect with his shield firmly in place in order to not provide the proverbial weak link in a necessarily-strong chain (and who subsequently reveals to King Xerxes the “back door” to the Spartan stand), and at home by Theron, a politician who rapes and then betrays Leonidas’ wife (and Queen) Gorgo. A Spartan woman to the core, Gorgo runs a sword through Theron in the Sparta assembly where it is revealed, through clattering gold Persian coins displaying the profile of Xerxes, that Theron is indeed a traitor. And Ephialtes learns that where once he could have stood, he now must kneel.
Love, honor, courage, loyalty, strength, manliness, resolution, capacitance, bravery — this film embodies all those traits and more. It indicates that a motivated few can stop or stay an irresolute many.
And at a time when we need these traits to be emphasized, to have the gray removed from our perspective, 300 manages to do this and more. My audience sucked in their breath at the violence, leaned forward in its anticipation, cheered at the victories and clapped at the end.
And whilst the staid and unknowing of Sparta discussed and debated, the warriors of its culture willingly laid down their lives in sacrifice.
Although extraordinary valor was displayed by the entire corps of Spartans and Thespians, yet bravest of all was declared the Spartan Dienekes. It is said that on the eve of battle, he was told by a native of Trachis that the Persian archers were so numerous that, when they fired their volleys, the mass of arrows blocked out the sun. Dienekes, however, quite undaunted by this prospect, remarked with a laugh, “Good, then we’ll have our battle in the shade.”
— Herodutus, The Histories
Make no mistake, the movie is remarkably violent and bloody. Much of its action is Sam Peckinpah-ishly slow in motion. But it is an absolute feast for the eyes on every level, visually, audibly. And it teaches a very important lesson:
The second monument, the ancient one, is an unadorned stone engraved with the words of the poet Simonides. Its verses comprise perhaps the most famous of the warrior epitaphs:
Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
that here obedient to their laws we lie.
You must see this film.
BZ
