Sinful. Good. Sinfully good.
By Shashank Avaru
In a dark alley, where goons tower over him like demons, Johnny asks his sweet, innocent lady Marcy to look away because he has to “break some bones”.
He then proceeds to do exactly that. While the majority of the scene is occupied with him tearing limbs apart, for a few seconds the focus shifts to Marcy. She looks away, she keeps looking away, and then, with greedy eyes ,she sees the bloodbath in front of her and she does not want to look away anymore.
In 30 seconds, this scene defines Sin City: A Dame To Kill For.
The movie is an interwoven bloody web of stories. In one end of the city, Marv (Mickey Rourke) is unraveling his version of vigilante justice in the underbelly of the city. Speeding through the roads to the entrance of the city is Johnny (Joseph Gordon Levitt), an ambitious gambler who has never lost, out to challenge the city’s most powerful politician Senator Roark (Powers Boothe). Johnny eventually ends up in a puddle of his own blood while endangering the life of his beautiful admirer, Marcy (Julia Garner). On the rooftops of the posh houses in the luxurious part of the city is Private Investigator, Dwight (Josh Brolin) whose peaceful existence is shattered when the love of his life, Ava (Eva Green), returns begging for help.
All these men with darkness and fear in their hearts find solace in Katie’s, a gentleman’s club where Nancy (Jessica Alba), the star entertainer, is dancing the nights away and spending mornings scheming ways to avenge the death of her savior and lover Hartigan (Bruce Willis).
These flawed men and women constantly run into each other across the murky, sadistic depths of the city. Their triumphs and tragedies form the rest of the movie.
Sin City: A Dame To Kill For screams of Frank Miller and Robert Rodriguez. Known for making action-filled, artistic movies with overflowing originality, these two creative giants have dished out another no-nonsense movie. It is gory, violent, sensual, cruel and makes no apologies.
The movie runs like a pulp comic book. Gray characters, corny dialogue, and macabre themes run rampant in the movie and the trademark black-and-white cinematography of Frank Miller is plentiful with a dash of occasional bright, optimistic colors. The movie does not offer much music-wise, unless you enjoy listening to gunshots and arrows piercing bodies.
Watching Sin City: A Dame To Kill For is like watching a building’s demolition in slow motion. You know it is wrong, you know it is not something you should be looking at, and you are scared of the repercussions it might have on you… but you can’t help it.
It is sinful, it is good, and it is definitely sinfully good.