Zack Snyder’s 300
was a stylish action fantasy, driven by its story, performances and stylishly
edited action pieces. Personally I was a huge fan. So I was quite excited when
I heard about a sequel in the works. Unfortunately, I was left somewhat
disappointed. Directed by Noam Murro, rather than Snyder, the influences from
the original are certainly there, but seem messy and unpolished.
Taking place before, alongside and after the events of the
first film, 300: Rise of an Empire
follows Themistocles, a Greek warrior who killed the father of the God-King
Xerxes, and in turn led to the events of the first film. Part origin story,
part sequel, the progression of events is interesting, if a little unclear at
times. It’s a true story, told relatively well through a series of slow motion
fight scenes and political debates – the latter taking a noticeable back seat
here.
The bulk of the film – similar to the first – is made up of
the battle scenes between the Persians and the Greeks, but this time around,
they aren’t nearly as enjoyable and entertaining as they were before. The slow
motion is over-used – each sword swing slows down – to the point where it gets
tedious and interrupts the dynamic flow that the action should have. Rather
than being a stylish and cool-looking way of showing particularly violent or
dramatic parts of the battles, entire sequences now seem to be slowed down,
which takes away from the overall enjoyment factor.
The most intrusive part however is the gore. I don’t mind
blood in films. I can watch Kick-Ass, Saw, Hostel, whatever. I’m not squeamish.
It’s when the blood is so much that it actually takes away from the experience,
as I was too busy thinking how stupid it all looked to enjoy it. People being
punched in the face would spurt pints of blood, a stab wound would get a spray
of a good few feet, it just gets ridiculous. Being a film in the 300 franchise, we knew it would be dark,
gritty and gory, but the film tries too hard, and crosses the line between
stylish and gratuitous.
Come on. This is ridiculous. |
Sullivan Stapleton leads as Themistocles, a far less
likeable character than Gerard Butler’s Leonidas from the word go. Stapleton
also doesn’t perform as well as Butler. He tries, but he has big sandals to
fill, and unfortunately, he doesn’t. He delivers a rousing speech to his troops
at one point, about fighting for the men beside you, fighting for Greece, etc
etc. This doesn’t come close to Butler’s infamous “tonight we dine in hell!” speech, and only serves to remind us how
good the predecessor was, and how disappointing this sequel is.
The star of the show is Eva Green, who – as she does with
all her roles – throws herself into it 100%. She performs well with what she’s
given, portraying both the menacing and seductive sides of her character well,
but with the amount of hype and dread put into her fighting skill by the narrator,
she could have done with a better choreographed action scene towards the
climax, rather than just swinging her swords at some faceless soldiers who
don’t put up much of a fight. Even her duel with Thermistocles was basic and
brief.
One area that this film improves over the first is in its
scale. Focusing largely on Naval battles on ships, the film features a number
of large scale set pieces. Ships crash, splinter and explode in spectacular
fashion, and the climactic battle is entertaining - despite the intrusive slow
motion and ridiculous amounts of blood. Even in this though, faults can be
found. The special effects range from dreadful to not bad – one scene that
stands out in my memory features a number of cartoon characters on a
raft...that’s what it looked like anyway.
When you’re following a film such as 300, you have to be sure to maintain the standards set.
Unfortunately, these standards were too high for Murro to fill, and proves that
you can’t make a Zack Snyder film without Zack Snyder. Murro tries to replicate
Snyder’s signature style, but goes a little overboard with the features that
made the original enjoyable, ending up with a tangled mess of blood, swords,
sandals and abs.
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