So, we saw 300 yesterday. I absolutely loved it, as did Ray. It almost made Ray want to start fighting again. (He won't – he gets it in his head every couple of months that he should polish up his armor and start swinging his sword again, but then he loses interest again when he has to decide between his bike and the SCA.) Most of the fight scenes were so beautifully done, though some felt kind of Peckinpah-ish. The shield wall was an accurate depiction, and the wedge couldn't be beaten with cavalry. You could feel the intensity of the action and more than once, you find yourself revelling in the flow of movement, the dance from one enemy to the next… It was an amazing piece of work.

We both found it funny how, of all the movies based on comic books, only Frank Miller's works are so lovingly recreated that it looks and feels just like his graphic novels. You look at the scene of the Persians driven off the cliffs, and you see the reflection of a panel in the book. Other movies are based on the stories and characters, etc. But only Sin City and 300 were direct, live action adaptations of the books.

Of course, typical of everything else around here, there were literally, 30+ minutes of commercials and previews before the movie started. And at least 4 of them were Guinness commercials and two were the annoying PC vs. Mac commercials. Then, after the movie, it was only 7PM, but everything on High Street was closed, including McDonald's and Starbucks… So, we head out, get on an elevator to get to the 5^th floor of the garage. The doors close, and then nothing. The doors don't open back up and the elevator doesn't move… Luckily, I am not claustrophobic, though Ray sounded a little nervous. I hit the alarm button, talk to the lady on duty and explained that the elevator wasn't moving. She first asks if we can go to another elevator. Once I explained that the door wasn't opening, she then asked why did we get in an elevator that was out of service? Well, because the door opened when I hit the elevator call button. If it's out of service, it should not respond to the call button being pressed. So, she says someone will be there momentarily.

It only took the guard about 10 minutes to show up, but when he did, you could hear the walkie-talkie through the doors. "Which one are they in?... Are you sure they are still there?... I don't think anyone is still in the elevator…" So, I call out that we are still in there. He didn't seem to hear. So Ray starts yelling and kicking the door. The guard still seemed not to realize where we were, though I guess he actually did because all of the sudden, the elevator starts to move. And when an elevator is supposed to be out of service, the idea of it moving is kind of unsettling. Anyway, we got out on the 2^nd floor, and walked up the stairs for the rest of the way. Not that big of a deal, but Ray was pretty unhappy about it and wanted me to mention it. Since I sort of blog for him, the story has been told. :-)