Meet the Spartans - The Filthy Critic

Meet the Spartans, as reviewed by The Filthy Critic

"I sat through this film with forty teenagers in rural Idaho, fifty miles south of Canada. There may be no more easily amused audience in the world. For them, the Friday night options are: see whatever new movie comes out ... or milk-feed and bathe their 4-H goat. At the beginning of the movie, these kids laughed easily, but by the fifteen-minute mark even they knew they'd been screwed and the theater was silent. They grew restless and talked of calving. If you can't entertain people this hungry for distraction, you suck Godzilla-sized balls. So does your movie."