As much as I like Gears of War, or Fast and the Furious, or Rocky III for my fill of overtly homoerotic Freudian wet dreams, none were so flagrant and glorious as 300. Where is my second coming of dudes all but coming on one another? Running around, phallus in hand, glazed with sweat and spitting about  camaraderie. I need it!

There was a sequel promised. Xerxes! I looked to it for this fill. It stalled, but it may live once more as  300: Battle of Artemisia.

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