I think I know why The Spirit's city screams.
Because this movie sucks like a Reno prostitute. It makes Max Payne seem like the Godfather. I'm glad I didn't pay $10 to see this in the theater, and was only tricked out of $5 to see it On Demand. Rotten Tomatoes gives it a 14% and says this about the film. "Though its visuals are unique, The Spirit's plot is almost incomprehensible, the dialogue is ludicrously mannered, and the characters are unmemorable."
I couldn't have said it better myself. I'd go on about how much this movie sucks, but then I'd be wasting even more of my life on this travesty, and I need to take a shower.
Someone needs to tell Frank Miller that Robert Rodriguez was doing him a solid by giving him co-directing credit on Sin City. So far, Miller's track record in the film business has not been great. You're a comic book writer / artist, Frank. And a damn fine one. But please stop making films.
However, there was one five minute part that I didn't mind. And that's when Paz Vega showed up on screen.
This is going to replace my Princess Leia Gold Bikini fantasyI don't know much about this fiery Spanish beauty, but I'm hoping to see her in A LOT more stuff. Or less stuff, heh heh (<- dirty old man laugh)
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