Found in Midtown somewhere between the Museum of Modern Art and The Rockefeller Apartments this lusty little title will leave the artist in you yearning. Whether it's to covertly shoot a pedo-ass priest in an ill defined attempt to locate justice or twitching to re-make a not so recent "recent classic" such as Tools "Sober" or Prodigys "Smack My Bitch Up" ....just because....Sin City will leave you like a junkie, on the edge of audio-visual rush so compelling even make-up sex will pale in comparison.
How can one resist the classic trench coated character ( lets call him the Rockefeller scank )peddaling a duffle bag'o'death ( i.e.: contraband ). Stolen, ripped, flipped, and & yet still so wickedly hip - the Miller - Rodreguez - Tarrentino flic bravely kills in a manner in which no human has killed before. To quote the THE COEN BOTHERS.... by way of Dude's sasparilla sippin affable cowboy conscious "sometimes there's a man...." #$%&*@ right!!!!!!!!! And I know I'm out of my element here but to use the nomenclature - this movie is like diesel fuel in your nostrils, better than the smell of NAPALM IN THE MORNING!
If "Dream is Destiny" then this is a nightmarish fortune. MILLER should be seated next to Zeus for pitching this bit of pure electricity. Damn the torpedoes, every man women and child for themselves .... this film is gonna jar you better than that time you tongued the 550 electical outlet. With its combination of big stars, superb writing, off the #$%&*@ hook film virtuosity ...it's purely and simply a masterpiece of groundbreaking proportion. It is the tastiest if not the craziest bit of scum and villany I've enjoyed in a long while.
Unrepentant like the junkie jonseing post perscription for tha jive doo jee while scratching at methworms the offender paints a victims biography attempting to blame society, parents, teachers, law, ......it's the cinema maaaaaaaannnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tears well and are cut back with a physiological st...st...st...stammer and an incessant cough as he unknowingly quotes a deceased rock star "All I need is a break, and my stress will be over with. I'm going to get healthy and start over." You must quit this, break the chain than binds you to your vomit dawg....quit exploring particular cinematic variations of evil archetypal images....these fissionable fictions will kill ya kid.
But it's pure unadulterated film product.....fetch the kit mamma.....
No film buff can argue this point.....this is a buff film. The acting, directing, writing, cinematography are all impeccable. My one quip.....I'd have included more varied music (but are ya really gonna listen to a mindless yammerin film freak bloggin on the net.....fugghetaboutit ). It's beauty is subjective however (what isn't)....its dark corners ripple with the void ...they're as pretty as a downtown homeless man up chucking after one to many shots of aqua-velva....damn....why are MY eyes so riveted to the vile scene before the bodybaggers and police arrive to sweep the blood into the city storm sewers? Forgive my hack inspired pandering but if you've yet to see Sin City ... in any one of its many insideous embodiments...go out ...now...find it....at the unrestrained fictive image dealer nearest you....before the ghost comes knocking in the jagged jabbing morning.....
You've gotta kick it kid....is that clear?
Indeed... as an unmuddied lake... as clear as an azure sky of deepest summer... you can rely on me... she shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree.............
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