Frank Miller's Sin City (2005)
Sin City is a work of visual virtuosity. The visual artistry of Robert Rodriguez (El Mariachi, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Spy Kids) and Frank Miller (comic book writer and artist: The Dark Knight, Daredevil) more than compensates for the weakness of acting and corny dialog. I applaud Rodriguez for his vision and integrity in staying true and faithful to the original text of Sin City. That being said, this is the kind of experiment that only need happen once in film. By adapting the tale directly from the original comic source (although both media and visual), many cinematographic elements are sacrificed. The most obvious casualties are those of the acting and dialog. While it proved that the visual elements of comics could work on the big screen, I am not really sure that was in debate, as Sam Rami proved with his Spider-Man films. Let's not forget that film is a different medium with its own sensibilities that are lost in this film. That being said, I also must applaud the once-great-who-squandered-his-talent-but-seems-to-have-rediscovered-it Mickey Rourke. He was born to play the tortured Marv. Although his story suffered from the same shortcomings in script, Rourke was able to pull it off believably. He had the toughness and gentleness required of this character, and it reminds us why there was so much buzz around Rourke early in his career. Sin City is a triumph of style over content, but be warned it is not for the faint of heart, as it is ultra-violent, and does contain strong sexual content.