Comic Books
“300″
The world may wonder which character in this computer-generated extravaganza is President Bush's stand-in -- but that's the wrong question to ask.
A recent, characteristically beard-stroking New York Times article pondered the way reporters at an international press junket for the computer-generated extravaganza “300″ — an adaptation of comics guru Frank Miller’s 1998 graphic novel about the 480 B.C. battle of Thermopylae — zealously attempted to read the movie as a metaphor for George W. Bush’s war on Iraq. Is the movie’s Persian potentate Xerxes, a megalomaniac who considers himself both a god and a king, supposed to embody W.’s hubris? Or is Leonidas, the Spartan ruler who led 300 valiant Greek soldiers against a zillion-man Persian army, the real presidential stand-in?
In the movie, a Greek naysayer tells Leonidas, “I know your kind too well. You send men to their slaughter for your own gain,” and I could hear critics across the land, trawling for scraps of political topicality, scribbling madly in their notebooks. But you’d have to be Reed Richards to find firm contemporary parallels in “300″ — no mere mortal should stretch that far. The movie’s terms are unapologetically comic book, with all the good and bad that implies: You’ve got a bunch of noble warriors outnumbered by bullies. It’s not hard to know which side we should be rooting for.
The bigger question to ask about “300″ is why, for a supposedly rousing tale of heroism, it’s so curiously unaffecting. Directed by Zack Snyder (“Dawn of the Dead”), the picture, like the earlier Frank Miller adaptation “Sin City,” is a blatantly unreal-looking blend of computer graphics and live action. But even within the context of its aggressively artificial visuals, “Sin City” — which was directed by Robert Rodriguez — still acknowledged its debt to classic film noir cinematography. Its shadowy textures and chiaroscuro contrasts may have been coaxed to life on a computer screen, but in their own way, they honored classic filmmaking conventions, even as they evoked the stark woodcut quality of Miller’s artwork.
“300″ is a movie set in the past — about 2,500 years in the past, to be exact — but it feels like a purely modern creation. Like “Sin City,” “300″ combines live action with digitally created backgrounds. But the picture is, weirdly, both vivid and flat: Its color tones, ranging from cool green-grays in some scenes to sepia splashed with black-red in others, are so carefully calibrated that they come off as sterile. The picture faithfully mimics the mood, color and compositions of its source material. (The book “300″ was written by Miller and Lynn Varley. Miller is also one of the movie’s executive producers.) But it lacks the rugged vitality, and the dynamism, of Miller’s drawings. Miller’s “300″ pictures leap off the page; on the movie screen, they roll over and play dead.
The actors (including Gerard Butler, of “Phantom of the Opera” fame, who plays Leonidas with grave stiffness) march around in package-enhancing skimpy outfits, and their skin glows. But the film has a poreless, waxen quality, as if all sensuality had been airbrushed out of it: The actors struggle valiantly to take hold of their characters, but deep down they know they’ve donated their bodies, and their faces, to science.
In places, “300″ — which was written by Snyder, Kurt Johnstad and Michael B. Gordon — is so audacious that it scales the heights of high camp. The movie opens with a back story, as one-eyed warrior Dilios (David Wenham) spins the tale of how King Leonidas grew up to be such a brave warrior and leader: Deformed or otherwise inferior Spartan babies are killed at birth; but the sturdiest young males are trained in combat from an early age, and Leonidas excelled at twisting the limbs and cracking the heads of his little opponents. The grown-up Leonidas has earned the respect of his kingdom and the love of his take-no-prisoners Spartan spitfire wife, Gorgo (Lena Headey). But one day a Persian messenger shows up, stirring up trouble. After consulting an oracle — a seminaked redhead in a filmy gown — Leonidas realizes Sparta must defend itself against the Persian threat. He assembles an army of 300 fearless, highly disciplined volunteers and heads out to drive back the enormous Persian army, although his bold decisiveness is challenged by Spartan statesmen Theron (Dominic West), who’d prefer to negotiate for power than fight for it.
“300″ marches forward with an almost insane degree of authoritativeness. Spartan he-men spout declarative sentences like “Only Spartan women give birth to real men!” and sneer at their fellow city-staters, the Athenians, calling them — with straight faces — “boy lovers.” Then they don battle garb consisting of leather Speedos and flowing deep-red capes; when the fighting starts, they add helmets and strap-on shinguards, but their pectorals, and the rippling contours of their washboard stomachs, remain exposed, Village People style. In one scene, Leonidas watches as a young soldier demonstrates his spear-chucking prowess: “Fine thrust!” he says, nodding approvingly. It’s an obvious nugget of comic-book homoeroticism, but Snyder doesn’t let himself, or his actors, have fun with it: The movie stays well inside its closet of self-seriousness.
The battle footage here features lots of guys jabbing one another straight through with spears, as well as one zinger of a decapitation. All of this is accompanied by spurts and sploodges of highly art-directed black-red blood. The violence in “300″ is stylized almost to the point of tastefulness, but don’t worry: There’s plenty of tackiness to go around, and I’m still not sure how much of it is intentional. Xerxes (played by Brazilian actor Rodrigo Santoro), dressed in a shimmery frock of chains and jewels, makes his appearance on an art-deco parade float, borne on the shoulders of Persian slaves. There’s a throne at the top and a movie-palace staircase leading down: His silver eye shadow glistening in the movie’s highly artificial light, he shimmies down those steps like a pre-code Gloria Swanson — something tells you Gorgo isn’t the only queen in town.
But in this most manly Spartan universe, Xerxes must also be a symbol of homoerotic evil, a fact that becomes dazzlingly clear when a Spartan hunchback named Ephialtes (Andrew Tiernan) drops into his lair. Ephialtes has begged Leonidas to let him fight; Leonidas, citing Ephialtes’ physical weakness, declines, suggesting, instead, that he could carry food and water to the soldiers. Wanting none of that sissy stuff, Ephialtes stomps off, and is lured to the dark side by Xerxes, whose palace is a den of hot lesbo action and amputee go-go dancers.
Scoping out the scene around him, Ephialtes can’t believe his bulging eyes. Xerxes tells him that if he’ll swear allegiance to Persia, the most sensual pleasures imaginable will be his; to prove it, a few of Xerxes’ comely slaves rub their bejeweled nipples against Ephialtes’ barnacled hump — an admirable bit of ingenuity on their part, considering some of them don’t even have arms.
The scene is one of the rare moments in “300″ when Snyder lets himself go straight over the top, acknowledging that really, after all, this stuff is supposed to be fun. But it’s too little too late. Some of my colleagues have expressed the fear, not wholly unwarranted, that movies like “300″ — pictures made largely on computers — are the wave of the future and will eventually supplant conventional filmmaking. I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon: “300″ may make money, but I doubt even the least discriminating yobbos on the planet would want every movie to look like this. We go to the movies to see people who look like us — they may be better-looking versions of us, but their humanity is still the selling point. “300,” even with its impressive vistas of computer-generated soldiers, is just a throwaway epic. As Xerxes’ unacknowledged patron saint Swanson once said, “We had faces then.” Until further notice, we still do.
Stephanie Zacharek is a senior writer for Salon Arts & Entertainment. More Stephanie Zacharek.
That’s not the original Hulk!
Even in books dedicated to his work, famed comic artist Jack Kirby's drawings never appear on the cover
(Credit: Dean White)
Jack Kirby is widely recognized as one of the most important comic creators of the 20th century. Co-creator of Captain America, the Fantastic Four, the Hulk, the X-Men, and creator of Darkseid, The Demon, OMAC and myriad others, he still can’t get no respect.
Early in 1992 my phone rang. At the time I was an art director at a book publisher in Manhattan, and it was some time before I learned the art of being taken to lunch. On the other end was a book agent. “Do you want to go to lunch?” “No thanks,” I replied. “Then I guess you don’t want to meet Jack Kirby?” Less then an hour later I walked into the lobby of the hotel where the Kirbys were staying. I was the first to arrive, and walked over and introduced myself to Jack and Roz. The raison d’être for the meeting was that Jack and Ray Wyman were shopping around “The Art of Jack Kirby.” I will save the details of that meeting for another time, but suffice it to say Jack regaled me with war stories over lunch, and I met one of the greatest influences on my early life. Unfortunately I could not convince my publisher how important I believed the book to be. Sadly, almost exactly two years later I learned Jack had passed.
Continue Reading CloseSteven Brower is a graphic designer, writer and educator and the former Creative Director/ Art Director of Print. He is the author/designer of books on Louis Armstrong, Mort Meskin, Woody Guthrie and the history of mass-market paperbacks. He is Director of the “Get Your Masters with the Masters” low residency MFA program for educators and working professionals at Marywood University in Scranton, Pa. @stevenianbrower More Steven Brower.
Comic books’ undercover hero: Tibet
An exhibition at New York's Rubin Museum showcases the Asian country's surprising prominence in comic culture SLIDE SHOW
From the cover of "Green Lama."(Credit: Rubin Museum of Art) Which Himalayan country has had guest-starring gigs in some of the century’s most popular comics? If you guessed Tibet — a safe choice based on this interview’s headline — you’re spot on.
A new exhibition at New York City’s Rubin Museum (an institution wholly dedicated to the art of the Himalayas) will show you “the most complete collection of comics related to Tibet ever assembled.” A number of them may already be familiar to you; as curator Martin Brauen explained to me this week, popular comic figures like Donald Duck, Lara Croft and Tintin all make appearances. All the comics — from the obscure and frivolous to the overtly political — capture Tibet as it has been perceived by artists and readers at different points over the course of past several decades.
Continue Reading CloseEmma Mustich is a Salon contributor. Follow her on Twitter: @emustich. More Emma Mustich.
Tales from the other Comic Con
Unlike its San Diego cousin, the Long Beach version is still all about cartoons and graphic novels


Kevin Eastman
These days, the so-called San Diego “Comic” Con’s main attraction is sugary TV and movie confectionery. But if you enjoy graphic novels and cartoons – and, well, scary stuff – you may have attended the recent Comic & Horror Con at Long Beach, Calif.’s Convention Center.
Continue Reading CloseAssassinating Russia’s ultimate archvillain
A compelling new graphic novel reimagines the killing of the mysterious Grigori Rasputin
“Murder is the emperor of political action,” says an eager conspirator in the graphic novel “Petrograd.” In this case the murder is the notorious assassination of Grigori Rasputin, and the political action is a conspiracy orchestrated by agents of the British Secret Service at the height of World War I. Author Philip Gelatt and artist Tyler Crook demythologize the killing of Rasputin — a figure so buried in legend that this task borders on the herculean — largely by substituting a not wholly implausible counter-historical fiction.
Continue Reading CloseInside “Maus”
25 years later, Art Spiegelman gives us a behind-the-scenes look at his seminal Holocaust graphic novel
Among those of a certain age, is there a soul who doesn’t remember how brilliantly “Maus” lit up the night when it burst upon the scene in 1986? A deeply serious comic strip of the Holocaust before the category of graphic novel was common coin, with Jews depicted as timorous mice and Nazis as bestial cats, “Maus” was scandalous in concept, jaw-dropping in execution, and, beneath its transgressive exterior, humbling in its rigorous yet gentle understanding of the victims of one of the seismic events of the 20th century.
Continue Reading CloseDaniel Asa Rose is the author, most recently, of "Larry's Kidney: Being the True Story of How I Found Myself in China With My Black-Sheep Cousin and His Mail-Order Bride, Skirting the Law to Get Him a Transplant ... and Save His Life" – named one of the top books of the year by Publishers Weekly. More Daniel Asa Rose.
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