Sin City, it ain't. I saw this with people who said they liked it (they may or may not have been drinking), and that was accompanied by the disclaimer "... so bad, it's good." Just because it can be funny to watch something fail in it's own ineptness doesn't necessarily make it good.
The plot (MINOR SPOILERS): A cop (Gabriel Macht) comes back from beyond the grave as The (womanizing) Spirit. Due to a mix-up, his voluptuous childhood ex-girlfriend, Sand Saref (Eva Mendes), and the mysterious, make-up wearing Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson) wind up with wrong trunks. The trunk that The Octopus wants contains the blood of Heracles (because it will turn him into a God), and the trunk that Sand Saref wants contains Jason's Golden Fleece (because (and I am not making this up, this is the given reason in the movie) it's shiny). The Spirit is running around, trying to figure out what is going on, and seducing women as he goes along. (/MINOR SPOILERS)
Everything comes back to Frank Miller, the director, and that's just where the problem lies. He's really not a director; he's a visual stylist. He has a terrible sense of timing, from line delivery to the puns of poorly written jokes. The performances he yields from his actors makes this arguably the most overacted movie of the year... Come to think of it, this is also probably the most sexist movie of the year, with women being easily manipulated on the drop of a dime and only being interested in lavish, material things, never mind the fact that they are just being used for eye candy. The only thing this movie really has going for it is that is breathtaking to look at in parts.
Has this year's biggest WTF moment when Samuel L. Jackson comes out dressed like a Nazi for no apparent reason.
The plot (MINOR SPOILERS): A cop (Gabriel Macht) comes back from beyond the grave as The (womanizing) Spirit. Due to a mix-up, his voluptuous childhood ex-girlfriend, Sand Saref (Eva Mendes), and the mysterious, make-up wearing Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson) wind up with wrong trunks. The trunk that The Octopus wants contains the blood of Heracles (because it will turn him into a God), and the trunk that Sand Saref wants contains Jason's Golden Fleece (because (and I am not making this up, this is the given reason in the movie) it's shiny). The Spirit is running around, trying to figure out what is going on, and seducing women as he goes along. (/MINOR SPOILERS)
Everything comes back to Frank Miller, the director, and that's just where the problem lies. He's really not a director; he's a visual stylist. He has a terrible sense of timing, from line delivery to the puns of poorly written jokes. The performances he yields from his actors makes this arguably the most overacted movie of the year... Come to think of it, this is also probably the most sexist movie of the year, with women being easily manipulated on the drop of a dime and only being interested in lavish, material things, never mind the fact that they are just being used for eye candy. The only thing this movie really has going for it is that is breathtaking to look at in parts.
Has this year's biggest WTF moment when Samuel L. Jackson comes out dressed like a Nazi for no apparent reason.