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 Let's get a few things straight here. I'm not the kind of guy 
                  who goes to movies based on their poignant unblinking assesment 
                  of the misery of the human condition. I'm not interested in 
                  films that increase my brooding quotient (BQ). I like movies 
                  when they're pretty, or action-filled, or funny. I'm a sucker 
                  for cheap sentimentality. It is, frankly, embarassing for me 
                  to admit that there are a half-dozen commercials running on 
                  television right now that make me weep like a baby. But, there 
                  it is. 
So, given that, you know where I'm coming from for how I feel 
                  about this movie. I really liked it. Lots of costumes that are 
                  historically accurate enough for my tastes, lots of fighting, 
                  and lots of blood. And the movie is pretty. There are lots of 
                  scenes where the vistas are grand, where the music swells into 
                  stratospheric realms, and the sentiment of the speeches wanders 
                  into noble realms. I like that kind of stuff. But, then again, 
                  I'm the kind of guy who'd rather visit Notre Dame than Jim Morrison's 
                  grave. 
So, down to the movie itself. Russel Crowe is actually convincing 
                  as a general who has risen to the top through a military meritocracy. 
                  Noble, but clearly a character who doesn't have any illusions 
                  about his place in the world or whatever destiny the gods might 
                  have for him. It's this self-effacing nature and his clear-eyed 
                  assesment of his place in the world that gets him into trouble, 
                  without which of course there would be no movie. This is, fundamentally, 
                  a guy. Not an everyday Joe, because he's really, really 
                  good at leading armies into battle. But he doesn't try to make 
                  himself into a "great tragic figure", and that for me is the 
                  movie's primary saving grace. 
Nobody in this movie overacts, really. Even Joaquin Phoenix 
                  (he's Causey, you know) doesn't play the emporer as a comic 
                  villan. He's just able to portray someone you really, really 
                  hate. 
One other nice thing about this is that the violence is no-punches-pulled. 
                  It's not like TV, where if this cat's got a trident and this 
                  bad guy is coming at him, then he'll whack him upside the head 
                  with the but of the trident. No, bad guy's gonna get disemboweled, 
                  because that's the best solution to the problem. 
Okay, there are plot holes big enough to drive the entire Ben 
                  Hur chariot race through. And the cinematography and 
                  score sometimes take themselves too seriously. But dammit, I 
                  liked this movie. Go see it. 
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