Last night Sin City was on TV, and even after more than 2 years it still entertained me much more than any films coming out in the theatres now.
Sin City was a comic book reader’s dream come true, which was far from what could be said for the likes of Daredevil, Elektra and even Constantine.
I hated Constantine, and since I am a massive fan of Hellblazer I am very much qualified to rant.
For starters, John Constantine was supposed to look like Sting and you give us Keanu “bloody Neo” Reeves??!! The charm of Hellblazer was that it was set in dreary England and you give us freaking LA??!! And Shia Lebouef as the lovable best friend Chas??!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND??!!
The story itself was quite fine though, with the lung cancer episode from Dangerous Habits.
Now now, Sin City had an excellent cast. An A-list cast mind you. Mickey Rourke was a spitting image of Marv. So do Benicio del Toro (Jackie Boy), Rosario Dawson (Gail), Michael Clarke Duncan (Manute, especially his lips) and of course Devon Aoki as Miho.
Jessica Alba did good as Nancy Callahan. “Skinny little Nancy Callahan. She grew up. She filled out.” The only way she can be more faithful to the comic was to get her top off.
And how the hell they managed to get Elijah “Frodo” Wood to play the sick cannibalistic Kevin is mind-boggling.
Robert Rodriguez made a good job translating the graphic novels into the movie, and utilised the green screen with finesse to produce frame-by-frame that seems to come out of the books.
Point in example:
Of course, the materials that they have to work on itself is already cinematic, set in the tradition of film-noir. This is Frank Miller at its peak, before he starts going into his self-indulgence manga phase.
One of my favourite yarns, That Yellow Bastard has seen light in the first movie. (favourite line: “I take away his weapons. Both of them.” – Hartigan) Here’s hoping Hell and Back would as satisfying.
Rumour has it that Johnny Depp might be playing Wallace. Ladies, it’s your cue to drool.