SIN CITY AND FRANK MILLER’S DIMENTIA

Took in Sin City this weekend with . Man was that a disappointment. True, the visuals three- and four-dimensionalized Frank Miller’s artistic style with faith approaching the uncanny. Some scenes were literally panel by panel from the graphic novels (or at least some from the Marv story, the only one I’ve read). Contrary to my expectations, though, they did not compensate for the rest. Acting and writing were as good as could have been expected. The violence, again, no surprise having read the original. But some how Miller’s world of psycho-killer, testosterone-poisoned heros and their hooker accooterments seems bizarrely regressive and borderline misogynistic in modern movie form. This is a movie for horny little boys who want to grow up and kill people, and in retrospect, so are the comics. I still love Frank Miller’s art, and visually, Sin City is a true and deserving classic. But the narrative is nothing more than the standard super hero boobs ‘n’ biceps recipe, reduced to burnt and grimy film. In conclusion, this movie is a watch-checker, and probably not worth what I paid for it. However, it was cool to see the PSPs on display downstairs at the Metreon. Those thangs be hot.

Also, life update: I’ve started doing field work at my new job, and so far it’s great. Getting outside, muscles tired when I get home, and critters (skinks, black widows, and sharp-tailed snakes, oh my)!