There Was a Plot?


Went to my sister’s tonight.  We watched 300. 

On a big screen.

With surround sound.

The movie should come with a freaking warning.  And fans.  Lots and lots of fans. 


I’m not sure I heard a word of the movie the first thirty minutes and if I hadn’t been at my sister’s, I’m afraid I might have been licking the screen.

Was there a plot? 

(And I’m a history buff who loves reading about that part of the past!)

Who cares if there was a plot?  That lust-induced fog was more fun anyway.


About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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7 Responses to There Was a Plot?

  1. I heart Gerard. He’s mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!

  2. smartmensab-tch says:

    Oh come on Heather, you’ve got to sleep sometime. Lend him to me when you do.

  3. Teri Brown says:

    I haven’t seen it yet, but I have a 17 year old boy. No doubt I will.

  4. relliott4 says:

    It’s very stylistic. I think. Seriously, it’s hard to pay attention to the movie. I may have to watch it again.

    I think my sister watched it every day this week. heh heh

  5. Ha! We saw that this week too. I loved it!

  6. I saw this with my kids. Very pretty men! That said, I confess I started laughing during the love scene. Yes, I would’ve liked to be that woman, but it struck me funny. It was like “let’s see how many different positions we can do in one love scene”. Then Lauren (my then 16 yr old daughter) started laughing. My 18 yr. old son got mad. The fighting started and his anger was forgotten. 🙂

  7. relliott4 says:

    Uh, we laughed then, too. We were also counting.

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