Last night I went to the movies with Brooke, Chad, and John to see 300. For those of you not in the know, this was an adaptation of a graphic novel by Frank Miller. I didn’t know that part until the end of the movie. I really enjoyed it. I mean, it could have been utter crap and it would have still had 300 half-naked hot men in it. With that sort of visual, um, stimuli, how could the movie be all that bad?