I'm with Jeffrey. It looked cool, but half the time I couldn't figure out what people's motivations were and the other half it just seemed simple-minded. I was on board with the concept, especially since—by the time I got around to seeing it—I knew that it was an over-the-top comic book adaptation and not a historical thing.

It seemed to me like somehow the king of the Spartans ended up being The Cop With a Theory No One Believes.

I had a nearly identical experience as pastormacman. Only it was a medical doctor instead of a witch doctor, and he told me it was a kidney stone. Drugs, not hugs, man.

EDIT: I didn't mean that to sound so jerkish. Still. God gives babies leukemia.

I'm going to Super Wal-Mart for guns and food. Then I'm going to pick up an RV (they make them here in northern Indiana) and a trailer and go looking for the fastest car I can find. When I found a Ferrari or Lambo, I'd drive it around at high speed until I got tired of looking for babes to ferry back to my RV. Then we'd roll to Washington DC and check out the White House to see if there's any government left or else sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom. And then just keep movin'.