After much hemming and hawing and being ultimately persuaded by the beauty of the sountrack, I finally saw the movie 300.  I watched it with Mary--Dan fell asleep during the battle scenes, to give you a clue of how this review is going to go.  As I said, repeatedly to Mary as we watched, this is a very silly movie.

I don't know where to start.  The gross overuse of slow motion effect?  The melodrama that would make Snidley Whiplash blush?  The apparent complete ineptitude of the King of Sparta who all but shouts their one weakness back up the hill to the man who threw his father's shield over the cliff in agony of being refused in service of Sparta?  Xeres' army of lesbians and freaks with eight (or zero) noses and razor arms?

Oh, but there it was.  Xerxes.  

Probably nobody else felt the world go soft and expand in beautiful colors when they saw Xerxes, but even with the weird robot voice I was transcendent.  Because, you may remember, Xerxes is played by Rodriogo Sontoro, who is my visual for Timothy.  I had never seen the man move his mouth or heard his (real) voice.  and not all the photos of him are right.  But even with the robovoice and in the extreme getup, I saw Timothy in Xerxes. tonight  He was the best part of the movie.  I'm going to have to go through and watch those parts again before I send the disk back.

And then, riding the high of knowing I cast my boy's image exactly, perfectly right, I googled his IMDB and saw what other movies he was in, and will be in; one in particular was so fantastically spot on that I nearly fell across the keyboard.  Yes.  He is so Timothy.

And this fall Timothy and Charles will both be in a movie.  With Jim Carrey, but they will both be there.  So will I.