300 soldiers and a whole load of CGI.
I had been awaiting the release of this film for ages, eversince i got a load of the promos. The one thing i wanted to see was the presentation. The first thing i could think of was Frank Miller and his graphic novel, which i could get a hold of only after seeing the film. And i can confidently say that Snyder has been able to replicate the same kind of feeling that you get from viewing the Graphic Novel in the film 300.
Definitely one of the best watch so far.
Details in character, animation and compositing seem flawless and the good use of camera techniques and lighting add to the greatness of the work.
the portrayal of the character has been good. The action sequences have been shot well, especially the part where the Captain's son fights hand in hand with another soldier against waves of Persian soldiers.
In short a good watch and worth paying 300.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Right in Two...
Somewhere down the line I will wake up with just one thought ringing on... what happened? There is this one part of me that screams order, passion, practicality and then some days I wake up a dreamer, a rocker, an anti-religious fanatic, a lost soul somewhere in the wilderness popping pills in the desert. A personality split in two, right in two, like how would TOOL explain it. "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. "
A contradiction of contradicting ideas and contradicting statements conned by the concious to live a life of lesser mortals and lowered heads for nothing more than acceptance which anyway was never meant for you not in this jungle of bound free-thoughts. Seeking life and asking those questions that many people asked to change the way the one would think so that one can have faith in oneself and belief in a better world. Confucious, Jesus Christ, Karl Marx, they believed in a better world unaligned to any particular movement only later after their death to be symbolised by certain dioceses and sects that would kill.
"Monkey killing monkey killing monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, They make a club And beat their brother..down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant IS THE CREATURE WHO WOULD SQUANDER THE ABILITY TO LIFT AN EYE TO HEAVEN CONSCIOUS OF THIS FLEETING TIME HERE Cutting it all right in two" (TOOL)
And yet we say we are so sure of ourselves, can point a finger and say, 'babes you're wrong.' The man in white, in green, in blue and gold, in saffron and all their paraphernelia and accessories stand high on platforms, preach peace, preach love, preach faith and religion, preach hate, intolerance, sectarianism, preach preach preach and bring a heritage down, wipe out a complete race and with it some endangered animals. (but who cares about animals when their kin is dying).
blinded by belief and religion, blinded by the power to believe of a vision of a life beyond and of redemption. the power to do anything to accomplish anything, to destroy anything.
i cannot go on...i need to collect my thoughts before this disgust makes me part of this race of inhumane humans.
Somewhere down the line I will wake up with just one thought ringing on... what happened? There is this one part of me that screams order, passion, practicality and then some days I wake up a dreamer, a rocker, an anti-religious fanatic, a lost soul somewhere in the wilderness popping pills in the desert. A personality split in two, right in two, like how would TOOL explain it. "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. "
A contradiction of contradicting ideas and contradicting statements conned by the concious to live a life of lesser mortals and lowered heads for nothing more than acceptance which anyway was never meant for you not in this jungle of bound free-thoughts. Seeking life and asking those questions that many people asked to change the way the one would think so that one can have faith in oneself and belief in a better world. Confucious, Jesus Christ, Karl Marx, they believed in a better world unaligned to any particular movement only later after their death to be symbolised by certain dioceses and sects that would kill.
"Monkey killing monkey killing monkey Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs, They make a club And beat their brother..down. How they survive so misguided is a mystery. Repugnant IS THE CREATURE WHO WOULD SQUANDER THE ABILITY TO LIFT AN EYE TO HEAVEN CONSCIOUS OF THIS FLEETING TIME HERE Cutting it all right in two" (TOOL)
And yet we say we are so sure of ourselves, can point a finger and say, 'babes you're wrong.' The man in white, in green, in blue and gold, in saffron and all their paraphernelia and accessories stand high on platforms, preach peace, preach love, preach faith and religion, preach hate, intolerance, sectarianism, preach preach preach and bring a heritage down, wipe out a complete race and with it some endangered animals. (but who cares about animals when their kin is dying).
blinded by belief and religion, blinded by the power to believe of a vision of a life beyond and of redemption. the power to do anything to accomplish anything, to destroy anything.
i cannot go on...i need to collect my thoughts before this disgust makes me part of this race of inhumane humans.
Monday, March 12, 2007
I don't know why i really started this other blog when actually managing and maintaining the other blog itself was becoming quie difficult for me. But since that blog is meant for a roving mind, a dreamer in the midst of flights of fantasy, i thought maybe i should dedicate one blog to my concious senses before they get pissed and would walk away from me. Now that is something i am sure none of us would like.
Here i would like to talk about things that are there around me, you and everything else. Maybe practical, maybe political, maybe plain old common sense, maybe just a couple of harmless criticism. And everything that i will write here can be debated and should be viewed only as my version of everything and anything. And that in no way what i say should be perceived as the truth or final word. I can, if not always, be politically incorrect.
Here i would like to talk about things that are there around me, you and everything else. Maybe practical, maybe political, maybe plain old common sense, maybe just a couple of harmless criticism. And everything that i will write here can be debated and should be viewed only as my version of everything and anything. And that in no way what i say should be perceived as the truth or final word. I can, if not always, be politically incorrect.
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