This is my favourite comic series of all time, and it's basically entirely because of the chairoscuro visuals. The film did a good job recreating that, and all the actors did a good job. My only problem is that this is supposed to be a accurate representation of pulp trash, so Jessica Alba really should've been nude. Because by not being nude, she was Jessica Alba in a movie, not her character.
Badass... This film hasn't lost anything out of its appeal after 10+ years. I absolutely love the gritty, film noir inspired story, humour, the art direction, great cast and solid acting. All of this complemented by adequate soundtrack.
Le film est extrêmement fidèle à la BD. L'esthétique à couper le souffle et la bande-son très travaillée (bruitages compris) restituent une ambiance de film noir captivante. Espérons que MUBI nous passe bientôt la suite, sortie en 2014!
This is one of the very rare examples for a successful and consequent transformation of the aesthetics of graphic novel into film (the other ones being Ang Lee's "Hulk" and Edgar Wright's "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World"). It captures the dirty atmosphere of Frank Miller's groundbreaking "Sin City" cycle in an often rough and stylized manner, also resulting from a clever collaboration between Rodriguez and Miller.
A sublime exercise in how to really do a comic adaptation from creator Frank Miller and director Robert Rodriguez. The creative juices are running at full steam here from all parties with a visual aesthetic that still impresses nine years on. Performances are pulpy, steamy and earnest with memorable turns from Rourke, Owen, Wood, Alba and Willis. '..you take away his weapon..then you take away his other weapon..'
Visually interesting, and as an alternate reality experience due to the deft balancing of different registers within each shot and across the whole thing. BUT. Disgusting in human terms. I got the sense of a nod and wink from juvenile (thankfully, in this case) Rodriguez, but I get the sense that Miller is a disgusting human being and he knows it but can't admit it. He is the infantile yellow creep, inside and out.