It's been more than 30 years since the wolf in the winter cold. And now, as then, it's not fear that grips him... only restlessness. A heightened sense of things.
The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat at his chest and neck. Gulls cawing... complaining even as they feast on the thousands of floating dead.
The steady breathing of the 300 at his back... ready to die for him without a moment's pause. Every one of them... ready to die.
His helmet is stifling. It narrowed his vision, and he must see far.
His shield was heavy. It threw him off balance... and his target is far away.
The old ones say we Spartans are descended from Hercules himself. Bold Leonidas gives testament to our bloodline.
~ 300 (2006)
The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat at his chest and neck. Gulls cawing... complaining even as they feast on the thousands of floating dead.
The steady breathing of the 300 at his back... ready to die for him without a moment's pause. Every one of them... ready to die.
His helmet is stifling. It narrowed his vision, and he must see far.
His shield was heavy. It threw him off balance... and his target is far away.
The old ones say we Spartans are descended from Hercules himself. Bold Leonidas gives testament to our bloodline.
~ 300 (2006)
THIS ... IS ... SPARTA!
300 is both a visually stunning and powerful story, seasoned with testosterone and wrapped in bacon. It's perfect. It's one of those movies that I don't click past. ... I couldn't even keep myself to just one quote:
Dilios: "Remember us." As simple an order as a king can give. "Remember why we died." For he did not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments nor poems of war and valor. His wish was simple. "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope, should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be. May all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones, "Go tell the Spartans, passerby, that here by Spartan law, we lie."