Loved the books, looked the movie, and LOVE these Sin City Playing Cards. WOW!
OK, I have no idea if Sin City technically counts as true film noir, but I know I really dig this movie and am interested in checking out the genre.
I’ve gotten some books out of the library, but I’d be open to any suggestions you film buffs out there might have for a noir neophyte.
Where should I start?
It was a gray day. The theater was mostly empty except for a few desperate loners like me anxiously looking for our noir fix. And after twenty minutes of whoring itself out, the screen got down to business.
Sin City starts like a zebra with a sunburn; black and white and gloriously red all over. The opening scene that sold Miller calls to me, begging me to love it. I caress it with my eyes as I settle in with my soda.
For the next 126 minutes Sin City spills its guts. The story’s got more twists and turns than a pretzel having a bad night’s sleep, and I love it.
Cops with good hearts and bad tickers, leggy dames that’d just as soon kill you as love you, and a yellow bastard with more than one weapon in his stinking dirty trousers. The whole enchilada in beautiful black and white.
If I could kiss a movie I would have planted a hard wet one right on Sin City, but when it was done I just walked out into a hard rain, alone. Like I said, it was a gray day.
Frank Miller’s graphic novel series SIN CITY opens April 1st. Everyone knows about it since it’s being promoted up the wahzoo, or, depending on your location, the ying-yang. I don’t know that much about the movie, but I’m an American and that means that that won’t stop me from giving some my ill-formed opinions:
Robert Rodriguez insisted comic book auteur Frank Miller direct. This is against the Director’s Guild rules. So, Rodriguez resigned. The last guy I know who did that was George Lucas. For a big-time director guy insist that the visionary comic book guy direct is reason enough to see this one.
And look what they did to that sweet Gilmore Girl (above). They turned that nice fast-talking pastel-wearing cutie all gothy!
And, more importantly — Chicks in S&M gear: much more interesting than a guy in a bat suit!
Yesterday, I saw a bus on Adams Street, in downtown Brooklyn. It had this big “John Travolta in THE PUNISHER” advertisement. The poster was worn and peeling, but it was still hanging on to the side of the bus. Bad comic book movies can be so bad … I hope that SIN CITY is “Internet buzz”-worthy.