Recently a friend of mine on another group lamented the awful things movie makers do including in gladiator having lifted the soundtrack from Zulu for the chants of the Attacking Germans in "Gladiator."
I told Steve (the frined) ---
Let me put it this way.
Steve cares.
BUT!!!
The producers don't care.
The writiers don't care.
The Directors don't care.
Hollywood doesn't care.
The backers don't care.
And they don't care because
The vast majority of Joe Sixpacks who go to the movies don't care, and are only there because their insignificant other, the Wanda Walmart's, dragged them to the movies. They wanted to stay home swill cheap beer, get drunk and watch the game and then pass out, or else watch porn and then pass out.
Wanda Walmart only cares because she wants to imagine the hulky hunks in the gladiator between her legs and dream that she was once Empress of Rome or wife of a senator, filthy rich and looked like a million bucks, and she could send her worthless husband to the salt mines of Numidia or castrate him to keep him away from her.
Joe Six-pack in the other seat is either dreaming about the skank pole dancer at the bar he secretly goes to on the way home, and pouring more beer down his gullet. The only thing he'll notice about the movie is the gladiators because he understand bar fights and how many times he's been beaten to a pulp in them. Somewhere in there is a vestigial Brando moaning "I kudahh been a contedah!"
Wanda Walmart is imagining how wonderful it would be to have a hunky hunk like that instead of the hugely fat, bald, sweaty guy farting and belching in the seat next to her. She wants a guy whose smoking hot, not just smoking like a chimney.
The movie you refer to was nothing more than a rip-off of the classic "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" which degenerated into a gladiator movie too. So there.
Ok so Steve cares- but the average schmuck, guy or girl, doesn't want a course in history- he, or she wants *huge breasts*, smashed faces, blood spurting on the sand, gorgeous fashion, thin lithe women they can imagine they could look like if only they could dump the slob next to them and find a good man, a fine man, a nice catch-- like the Emperor of Rome!
There, that pretty much sums it up.
If you want historically accurate movies with all the combat techniques right- go see the wartime productions of UFA and AGITPROP, the Nazi's and the Communists lavished big bucks and detail on this sort of thing-- but!!!!!!--- when they showed them in Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia, the theaters were still empty.