cklarock

Prior to yesterday afternoon, I had never received a clear message from God within a piece of porn spam before.

If that's not proof that the fundamentalists are really wrong about Her, then I don't know what is.

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I saw Sin City last night, and don't have anything good to tell you about it. I've never read the comic books, and other than the first Dark Night book, don't know much about Frank Miller or his work.

I can tell you that while the movie was gorgeous, knowing that they basically just shot his comic book panel for panel makes me appreciate it even less the next day. Now, I'm generally much more of the, "Hey, good morning Memory of a Movie, let's make out again, and maybe take a shower and I'll wash your back and kiss your neck and then let's get some breakfast," kind of guy, but for this movie, I'm all, "Okay, Sin City, put your fucking clichs back on and get the fuck out. Dont leave your number, I wont be renting you."

For starters, the dialogue was bad, it just was. It was corny and shallow pseudo-noir, but more of the kind of treatment youd expect from a cartoon. I dont even believe that the guy who wrote it even watched a lot of noir, thats kind of how it parses. Guys saying, Dames, in an exasperated tone of voice, that kind of shit. And some of the acting (particularly Michael Madsen's first scene) was really bad.

But what really made the movie suck in my opinion was that it was soulless. It had no heart, nothing to say.

Nihilism =/ cool. Please. Here comes John Woo's Hard Boiled to kick your ass. It was really perfect that Tarantino directed a segment, because that is exactly his deal; all style, no substance.

My deal as a fan is the polar opposite. Style pleases me, but youve got to have some kind of actual human . . . anything . . . to keep me interested. For example, I thought Ong Bak was ten times the movie Sin City was, despite the fact that it was made on (apparently) three hundred dollars.

If you want to see a violent movie with a HUGE heart, go rent Unforgiven. It's my second favorite movie of all time, and the best-written movie I can call to mind at the moment. It operates on a number of levels, but the emotional core is dead on; every character in that story has an arc. Thats bad ass! Sin City had no coreit was all just a bunch of pretty sociopaths running around torturing each other while delivering these really insipid noir-esque lines. The stylistic affectation was the only thing that saved the movie at all, because without it, we would have had to actually try to watch what the actors were doing, and I don't know if I could have sat through that.

Now my buddy Tony (who liked the comic series) really liked the movie. For him, it was just really fucking cool to see that they literally shot the comic book. According to Tony, they changed no dialogue or plot elements, and used the book as the storyboard. That had to have given Frank Miller a six-month erection. I can dig that. And I can dig that Tony could dig that. Beautiful, man. Right on. But I think Im through with comic book movies. Hollywood needs to find a new dick to ride.

Somebody needs to bring back the breakdance movie.