...at the end of the universe

I am wracked with such hearty guffaws that in addition to rolling to and fro on the floor, my posterior has separated itself from my body.

EDIT: After reading some scathing reviews (I've discovered that the New York Times likes to be scathing just for scathing's sake) of 300, I have this to say despite having not seen the film yet:

300 set out to do two things:
1) hot Spartan ass, and
2) epic ass kicking.

In short, both of the original aims of 300 involve quite a bit of ass. If 300 achieves the prettiness of #1, with the badassness of #2, I don't care if the script feels like a "comic book" or "it's message is less subtle than a Pokemon cartoon." It's about the ASS. As long as it fulfills those conditions, A+, says I.