While viewing Sin City tonight, I realized this is the Tarantino movie I expected/wanted to see instead of the Kill Bill duo. Even though Q.T. only "guest directed," it felt like a perfect companion piece to Pulp Fiction.
The art direction is beautifully stark, the concept and comic book (or is it graphic novel?) translation brilliant, clever casting, writing and acting (special shout-outs to the now continuously smoldering Clive Owen--hubba to the hubba, ya don't stop--and pouty little Britney Murphy who does white trash girls so deliciously).
My only complaints would be the draggy Bruce Willis chapter that brought the movie to a stumbling end and the poor decision to put a The Hours nose job on Benicio Del Toro. Good gawd, it's not going to distract us from the fact it's Benicio and any kind of putty put on that amazing face is a crime.
That said, the fake physiognomy on Mickey Rourke worked. He made it work, which says a lot for his acting chops. I have to say, I've always had a thing for Mickey ever since Diner. Something about him makes me want to empty a refrigerator and I don't mean to snack.
So if you don't mind mind-numbing violence, check out Sin City for a good time at the movies. Big ups to Robert Rodriguez and company. Ya done real good.
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