Saw "300" this weekend. If you want to know what it's like, imagine this: The guys who made that "Flash Gordon" movie back in the early 80s decide to make a sequel but can't get back the actors who played Flash, Dale and Zarkov, so they decide to make a prequel about how Vultan and the Hawkmen were first conquered by Ming the Merciless. Brian Blessed, thrilled to be playing the over-the-top leader of the Hawkmen again, pledges to push his previous overacting to the very limit by adding just a touch of Marlon Brando to it. Everyone is very excited. But while they're writing the script, some bad stuff happens. Maybe the director finds out his wife is cheating on him. And then the screenwriter's whole family dies in some tragedy (let's say 9/11 based on some of the Bushian politics of the film). But instead of giving into grief they drive themselve to complete the movie, pouring all their darker impulses into the cheesefest they've been writing. And then on the first day of filming, one of the green screen backdrops catches on fire and all of the Hawkmen wings are burned to a cinder, but they just go on filming without them.