sorry in advance for the rambling post, can't get my thoughts straight...
So I went and saw this last night at the IMAX. stoned. in the first row. I think this is probably the only proper way to see this movie, where everything is SO FUCKING HUGE AND LOUD that your only choice is to laugh at the sheer overwhelming ridiculousness of it all. And I did. I laughed a lot. I think it helped going in there with a bunch of friends who were all pretty much on the same page as to what we were getting ourselves into, and we could laugh at the stupid parts together. Because this movie was so RIDICULOUS and so AWESOME (in that amazingly stupid way) that there's just no way to take it seriously, despite how hard it tries to take itself seriously. I read someone (on some other messageboard, i think), describe it as "Starship Troopers, but not on purpose," which couldn't be more spot on. Someone should write something about the aesthetics of AWESOMENESS as some sort of ultimate pomo form-as-function defeat of rationality at the hands overwhelming sensorium might (wait, kinda like...300??). Because it's really hard to deny that as a spectacle, an immersive sensory inundation, 300 is as impressive as it gets.
BUT, all this said, in the sobriety of the next day I actually felt fairly guilty about how much I enjoyed the damn thing. Because the politics of 300 are just SO blatantly terrible. Every negative comment about 300 being fascist, racist, sexist Iraq-war propaganda is spot on. Trying to justify my enjoyment to myself I thought, "If this is the best that the right can throw at us, I don't think we need to be that worried. We're just constructing an other that actually believes all the crap in this movie. no one would ever really take it completely seriously." But then I was just flicking through some of the
user comments on the
metacritic page, and lo-and-behold, the vast majority were of the "this is AWESOME!!1" variety.

then i became very discouraged.
Then I started thinking about things like this (thanks ilx!):
and thought about driving home with my friends laughing and discussing the various uses of the phrases "tonight we dine...IN HELL!!!" "THIS IS SPAARRRTTAAAA!!" and shaking our fists in the air very awkwardly and yelling "TRAITOR!!!"...i'm giggling to myself right now as I type

. Or how about the fact that the narrow pass where the spartans set up their defence is called, i kid you not, the Hot Gates, leading to lines like "we must funnel the Persians into the Hot Gates!" The hot gates! Not to mention the massive homoerotic undertones, well, not undertones really, full on tones. As attested to by both of the women who I went to the movie with--okay, and the guys I went with too--the spartan warriors are HOTT. Leather loincloths and capes are a big look.
And then I went back to the fact that if I actually was Persian, or from the middle east at all, I probably would have been too pissed off to ever laugh at the movie's stupidity. And I don't think that's a good thing at all.
Ummm, so anyway, half a century in remove we can look back at fascist propaganda films and go all strokey-beardy commentary on them, but what do you do when you watch them right when they're released? Maybe laughing at their complete improbable ridiculousness is the only sane thing to do. Or maybe it's really sad that that's the best reaction I can muster.
Conclusion: This movie has probably provoked more thought for me than the last half-dozen supposedly thought-provoking movies I've seen. And I am still undecided.
Well, I'm probably going to get ripped to shreds for this.