Hard-Boiled Plastic

reviewed Wed, 15 Jun 2005

I saw Sin City months ago and haven’t written it up because there’s just not that much to say, except that it’s pseudo hard-boiled macho bullshit.  There’s violence in the service of the story and violence for the sake of violence… and then there’s violence just to be gross, which is what we have here.  I ain’t squeamish, but this is just uncalled for.

The vaunted filming technique was basically animation.  If I want a graphic novel, I’ll buy a damn graphic novel.  Cinema is an art form; it shouldn’t be a slavish imitation of what’s on the printed page.

The only possible redemption for this movie – and I can’t believe I’m writing these words – is if it gets Mickey Rourke more work.  He’s about the only good thing in it. 

I’ll leave the last words to Premiere’s Libby Gelman-Waxner:

“There are multiple story lines, which allows the movie to hire a whole bunch of stars; it’s like one of those old musical cavalcades where each MGM heavyweight would get a number, only in Sin City, the big names each get to mutilate a hooker.”

Yeah, that about sums up the depth (and the misogyny) of the movie.

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