I keep misreading the logo of 300 as “Zoo”.

Ever since the days of the Roman Empire, we know that when enjoyment is what every life tries to guarantee for itself, when it takes the place of the imperative, what one inevitably ends up enjoying is atrocity. Enter the time of general obscenity, of gladiators, of real-time torture, a time that might even make us nostalgic for the political slaughters of the dead century.

Alain Badiou, The Century (Cambridge: Polity, 2007), pp. 79-80.

Still, what’s it matter so long as the CGI’d torsoes are teh hawt (as no small number of commentators have observed)?

Derek Jarman’s work seems to have sunk from view somewhat over the decade-and-a-bit since his death; a pity, as I rather feel that the militant lyricism of Sebastiane spoke to, and from, a kind of stroppy-yet-tender queer sexpol that is sorely missed…