Today was a full day and this post was going to be about that.
(We saw the Easter Bunny! Got Pictures! Six O'clock news taped My boys! Told y0u they were cute!!)
What happened is, My In-Laws took the three boys for the night, (Friday) and we don't pick them up until after shopping Saturday. The Husband and I went out for a night on the town, which usually includes a movie and coffee. We are SO exciting!!
At coffee I even took notes to facilitate me remembering the funniness of our conversations.
(quick example of said notes : Butt implants = chocolate; weatherman vrs. lawyer)
But then. Then we saw the movie. If you see only ONE movie this year. Just one, See this one.
I was looking forward to it. I had read a lot of different reviews. Hot. Nearly Naked. Buff Men. Three Hundred Hot Buff, HOT Men.
Whats not to look forward to?
I don't have the skills needed to convey how good this movie was. How amazing. How powerful. It's a movie filled with death, blood, gore, pain and suffering and yet, this move is the embodiment of life. WHY we are here, why we fight and Die to be here.
Its about love and family and future and past generations of humanity.
Sure there are hot men in this movie, and yes they are running around in leather speedo's with sweat and blood dripping of their taunt rippling stomachs, but by the end, cease to be men. They're just soldiers fighting for their way of life, for their freedom.
They become the symbol of why every one of us continues to take our next breath. If each of the actors were a hunchback covered with pus-oozing warts, the movie would have been just as amazing.
My fascination with the tight butts and broad shoulders ended about ten minutes in, and my heart, my whole being was pulled into this movie, fighting with them, fist clenched in agony with every stroke of the sward.
Literally on the edge of my seat.
At times I laughed; So filled with glee, so proud of them and why they fought. At times I cried; My heart breaking for them, like they were one of my own. Towards the end, I had to sit on my hands from fear I would throw my fists in the air and chant battle cries right alongside them.
This wasn't just a movie. This wasn't just special affects and bouncing boobies, as nice as the boobies were, this movie, the morals, the lessons, the spirit of this move is one we should all endeavor to embrace.
A free people, no matter the cost. Free to live and love and be.
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