I'll never forget being twelve years old and watching this movie. It was a groundbreaking experience. The oracle's breasts were one of the first pairs of boobies I'd ever seen (I was very sheltered). I spent months dreaming of that scene and fantasying about this dreamlike movie. More than a decade later and revisiting this movie is a lot less dreamlike, except Snyder's visual style which manages to maintain that description. Otherwise, I was frustrated. It wasn't as awesome as I remembered. There was a lot more talking this time and boring exposition at that. The scenes that fake politics could have been discarded completely and nothing would be lost. Half of this film has the energy of George Miller's Mad Max. It's intoxicating - fueled by blood and sweat. If only Snyder had the balls to do what Miller has and let the experience be singularly driven by the chaos of battle. There's also an over abundance of voice over. While David Wenham's performance is fantastic, it is a lazy tactic used to explain moments instead of allowing the audience to simply experience the moment. I know that sounds nick picky but it really becomes annoying during the movie. If you're like me and you remember this movie being super duper awesome. Do yourself a favor and stick with the nostalgia.