You can dislike a piece of art but still find some aspect of it that resonates with you. The original Sin City film was like that for me. What worked on paper, didn’t work on the big screen. The jagged edges of Frank Miller’s art felt flattened, polished, and slick. And a good artist doesn’t necessarily make a good director. The film felt bloated, empty, and its little bit of visual flash soon forgotten. It was the film equivalent of walking onto and off the Strip.
The scene that stayed with me was one of the few intimate ones. A conversation between Benicio Del Toro and Clive Owen’s characters guest directed by Quentin Tarantino.… Read the rest