Thursday 29 September 2011

Sin City

Sin City was great fun. It divided opinions among the guys I went to the cinema with, but as long as you weren’t expecting it to be highbrow or intelligent, I think you’d probably enjoy it. It probably would have been better-presented as a high-budget TV series rather than a movie, since the almost totally separate stories told one after another made it seem overlong, but it was definitely pure entertainment.

An adaptation of a comic book, it had the aesthetic to match, with almost everything in greyscale, with one or two injections of primary colour. Visually, it was stunning – and the plot and dialogue matched the comic look brilliantly. It really was a cheesy crime comic brought to life, with three tough-as-nails men seeking vengeance or rescuing girls with no end to the bullets or bodycount. In effect, with the gore, the slickness, the excess, the ‘cool’ villains and the busty, mostly naked women who happen to be able to kick ass, it was the ultimate fulfilment of a 15-year-old boy’s fantasies.

If you accept and enjoy that, you’ll probably find a lot to make you grin in the movie. If you go in demanding an elegant plot, deep characters or subtlety, you’ll probably hate it. Luckily for me, I can enjoy trash just as easily as I could when I was a teenager – in fact, probably far more so.

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