Let’s just get it out of the way: Frank Miller, in 2014, is a walking punchline – a guy who hasn’t turned in unironically good work in decades and has aged into a profoundly unpleasant human presence on the pop-culture radar. BUT! The “SIN CITY” books were good, and remain probably the perfect manifestation of his undeniably unique creative voice: all of his hangups, fetishes and fixations, cobbled together at the peak of his actual talent and laquered by enough style to keep the more problematic stuff boiling under the surface in proper check.
“SIN CITY” is Miller’s perfect creation, and – in case you’ve managed to forget – Robert Rodriguez’s “SIN CITY” movie was fucking awesome. So yeah, finally getting a look at the sequel? Welcome back, old friend: