And then we have the antidote to the afore-mentioned sissyfying of Western Civilization – Sin City.
The critics are right on all counts: it’s a towering achievement, the “. . . direct transfer of comic to film,” but also a “NPR-style parody of the noir detective voiceover.”
It’s a great film whose myriad flaws are thoroughly overshadowed by the mindboggling images and sheer depravity of the storylines. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this flick: it’s just believeable enough – unlike Sky Captain – to be worth infinite viewings.
Next week, I think I’ll see Sin City again and then – horror of horrors – willingly subject myself to two hours of Fecking Jimmy Fallon and Fecking Drew Barrymore to see maybe two minutes of pure Red Sox delight.
Why couldn’t they have made a movie about the goddamned Detroit Tigers or the ex-Expos?
Aw hell, I’d have probably gone to see those too.