I am beginning to think that writer-directors Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer may be the smartest people in Hollywood, because despite lacking any talent for comedy whatsoever, they manage to get a major studio to release a new comedy film of theirs every year. On the plus side, Sean Maguire does an amusing Gerard Butler impression, [Diedrich] Bader and [Kevin] Sorbo do some welcome underplaying, Christopher Lennertz' score finds the right tone (though it's probably not hard to parody a score that was so derivative the studio had to publicly apologize), and the usual knee-jerk gay panic humor is justified by 300's bizarre mix of homophobia and homoeroticism. But in all of Meet the Spartans' excruciating 84 minutes, there were only two moments that even remotely amused me (the first sight of the baby Leonidas, and Leonidas' failed attempt at a stirring, St. Crispin's Day-style speech), and the rest is intolerable. The filmmakers seem to acknowledge that their audience is comprised of idiots, as they have to overexplain even the most obvious references ("Xerxes looked like the fat guy from Borat," "Her rage consumed her like Tobey Maguire in Spider-Man 3") and continually stop the film with unamusing product placements and endless "parodies" of American Idol, America's Next Top Model and Deal or No Deal.
As quoted from Part IV of his roundup of this year's scheduled films. Mentioned again later when he admits he didn't see the recent film Over Her Dead Body: "Even I, a longtime [Paul] Rudd fan, wasn't willing to pony up the ten bucks, and I paid to see Meet the Spartans (if only so I could hate it with impunity)."