Sin City: A Dame To Kill For

Posted August 22, 2014 by in


Total Score

2.5/ 5

Quick Stats

Genre: crime, action, comic book adapation
Director: Robert Rodriguez
MPAA Rating: R
Actors: Mickey Rourke, Jessica Alba, Josh Brolin
Length: 102 minutes
Release Date: 8/22/2014
Studio: Aldamisa Entertainment, Demarest Films, Miramax Films, Quick Draw Productions, Solipsist Film, Troublemaker Studios
What We Thought

Campy fun, a parody of the original Sin City.

by Daniel Hodgson
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I saw this flick.  Sin City:  A Dame To Kill For.  It’s like one a’ them hard-boiled movies like they used to make way back when.  Like Double Indemity or Sunset Blvd.  Cops, crooks, and dames ya can’t trust.  You know the kind.
     Sin City:  A Dame To Kill For is a few of them kinda’ stories all rolled into one.  That JGL kid is in it, playin’ a gambler lookin’ to humiliate a powerful senator in a high-stakes game of poker.  He has his reasons.  Powers Boothe is Senator Roarke.  It’s a simple story, and don’t take a lot of time.
     Most of the flick is about this private eye, Dwight, whose cheating ex comes beggin’ for help.  She’s married to some rich type now.  Says she’s in trouble.  Josh Brolin is Dwight, and Eva Green is the ex, Eva.  Eva don’t wear much clothes, and she don’t wear ’em often.
     That’s funny, though.  You see more of Eva Green than ya do of Jessica Alba, who’s back as Nancy, the stripper who don’t strip.  I got respect for her choice, but if she got a problem with letting the camera see it all, maybe she shouldn’t put her ink on the contract.  A PG-13 strip club ain’t got no business in an R-rated exploitation flick. It’s got nudity everywhere else.  So much for this picture being “edgy”.
     Nancy got a beef against Roarke, same way the JGL kid do, but for different reasons.  Bruce Willis is back as John Hartigan, the aging cop who looked after Nancy.   He’s a ghost now, and can’t protect her no more.  It’s a strange segment.
     Mickey Rourke is back, too.  That part is even stranger.  He reprises his role as Marv, and anyone who’s seen the original flick knows that Marv died at the end of that movie.  But he ain’t a ghost like Hartigan, he’s flesh-and-blood.  It don’t make sense.  I had Sin City:  A Dame To Kill For figured for a prequel, or a reboot.  It’s the only rational way to explain how Hartigan and Marv are back.  But it ain’t either one, it’s a sequel.  Like I said, it don’t make sense.
     That original Sin City sure was something.  It wasn’t just style, it was story.  It felt something deep in its gut.  It was black, vile, but it meant it.  It reveled in its violence and guilty sex, but at the same time, it wanted to fight it with every last ounce of strength.  It was compelling, made ya want to cheer on these cops and righteous criminals.
     This sequel here, though, it’s pulling your chain.  It ain’t meant to be taken serious.  It’s campy fun, a parody of the first film, especially in the Eva Green segment.  She chews the scene up and savors every last bite.  She’s good at what she does.  The Alba sequence, though, it ain’t so tongue-in-cheek.  Ya gotta find a tone and stick to it.
     This is one to watch after a round of drinks, or during.    Sin City:  A Dame To Kill For has a passion to the project missing from the director’s last try, Machete Kills, but he has a bad habit of sittin’ on a still camera and letting his scene die.  I ain’t saying he needs to go all Bay-like,  but a little movement would do him a lotta’ good.  That’s my only technical beef with this movie.  And if you got three bucks you don’t need, the 3D ain’t too bad—and it’s rare I’m nice about 3D.
     Some might call it “misogynistic,” but I assure you, it hates all people, equals-like.  After all, film noir don’t got a high opinion of nobody.  That’s all I gotta say bout this one.

About the Author

Daniel Hodgson

Daniel has a degree in film from the University of Texas at Austin, and writes about himself in the third-person, because that's the fashion.


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