Send-up of 300 falls on its sword. Short form: at matinee prices, you still feel like you were ripped off for the full price of the film--thankfully it's barely an hour and a half long.

Meet the Spartans is the kind of film that makes you wish that Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer were on strike instead of writing and directing it. Despite writing, directive, or creative credits for the Scary Movie series (which Carol and I actually enjoyed), this one focusses much too tightly on homosexual gags about the tiny band of Spartans who are attempting to hold off the invading Persians.

If you're looking for something positive about this film, you can rest assured that Ken Davitian has his nether regions covered in it (a big step up from the wrestling scene in Borat).