Frank miller sparta7/7/2023 ![]() ![]() It is beautiful work and pernicious as hell. The armies of all Asia–pledged to crush the impertinent republics of Greece–to make slaves of the only Free Men the world has ever known. In prose worthy of Thea von Harbou, Miller sings of 300 Spartans’ defense of “Reason,” “Justice” and “Law” against “darkness,” “mysticism” and the “stupid” ways of the past: Some panels look like ukiyo-e woodcuts, and Miller demonstrates a fluid line reminiscent of Will Eisner. ![]() Lynn Varley’s goauche-like washes and thick spatters of rain, blood and ash are lovely. In this case, 300 is beautiful with art worthy of a picture book. Sometimes it’s well-hung Spartans toting big spears. His aesthetic is fascist.įascism isn’t all jackboots and Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS. After reading 300, Miller’s 1998 account of the Spartans at Thermopylae, I don’t have any doubt: Miller means it. A feeling that maybe Frank Miller’s hypermasculine antiheros and faceless, breast-thrusting women are exactly what they seem, not just sketchy parody. A feeling’s been gnawing deep inside me for a while. ![]()
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