It’s all fun and games fighting in the Greco-Persian Wars until you have to chill on the warrioring for a bit while the lengthy introductory narration tells the audience a lot of nothing. Or until a horse stomps on your face. But after that stuff’s out of the way the games can begin.
And by games I mean the ones where a bejeweled, caped and man-kini’d sorta-god Xerxes (a crazily unrecognizable Rodrigo Santoro), whose eyes have
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