I have been looking forward to seeing
The Spirit directed by
Frank Miller so when we went to the theater last night I was expecting a real treat. We pulled up to the stadium seating multiplex the first Saturday after Christmas and the parking lot was nearly empty. Whoa. As a teenager, I worked in a movie theater and I know that the place should have been packed last night with kids spending their holiday cash. This is not a good sign.
Once inside I looked around and noticed that I was the only person in the theater with a vagina. As a matter of fact, I believe my husband may have been the only man in there to have actually had a date within the last two years. To call the audience a pack of comic book geeks would be an understatement.
As a comic book lover myself (and a fan of the late
Will Eisner's The Spirit series), I hoped that Miller would stay true to the film noir feeling of the original. He did not. On the upside, I liked several things about The Spirit including the fond tongue in cheek humor and Frank Miller's signature stylized comic book look. It was a shame the movie just wasn't good.
I had my own ideas about the central villain, "The Octopus". In the comic books he was never seen. I wish I'd never seen Samuel L. Jackson's performance in the role. It was just like watching
Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction in drag.
And while we are talking about bad acting and characterization, may I just say that if
Scarlett Johansson has any class, she will reimburse the studio for the cost of her private assistant, private driver, hairdresser, and endless other flunkies mentioned in the end credits because by no stretch of the imagination can her work in this film be called acting. Her turn as the villainous mad scientist's assistant was a wonderful opportunity to camp it up and really shine. Instead, it was like watching the smart kid slap something down on her test paper and walk out of the exam room 30 minutes early. She just didn't care and she looked like she was too busy to be bothered to participate in the film.
On the other hand,
Eva Mendes just got it. She slinked and swayed and vamped her way through the movie and certainly engaged the audience as The Spirit's old flame, the larcenous Sand Seref. Personally, I loved the scene where her latest smitten henchman asks if they will get married after they pull the big heist. She tells him, "Yeah sure, now shut up and bleed." That's my kind of villainess.
I'm also a big fan of
Paz Vega, and she did not disappoint in her quick turn as the sadistic Plaster of "Par-ee". Hilarious. Sexy. Great fun.
I wish I could say something nice about the performances of the good guys. I'm afraid they were all utterly forgetable. As a matter of fact, the entire movie was completely forgetable. The stylized look of the film was beautiful, but there was nothing in it we haven't seen before in Sin City. Rather than spending $20 to go see this in a theater, wait for some evening when you have nothing better to do and rent it. Aside from a stunning shot of Eva Mendes' character's derriere, you won't miss a thing.