International Writers Magazine: DVD Review
Co-Written and directed by Frank
Miller and Robert Rodriguez
Starring Bruce Willis , Jessica Alba...
no kind of night to stay in the city; Its no kind of night
to stay in anything. It is a compelling night when you stay
in and enter this macabre world filled with black and white. This
is the comic book world of Sin City slightly distorted,
a far superior world to that of the tattered pages and sometimes
sketchy drawings of the comics.
This film hints
at paper and ink and yet the two seem a little antithetical and result
in a half-breed; a cross between the comic page and the sensual effects
of the screen. This duality creates an intimate half light, a twilight
zone as if you are experiencing the light thrown from someone elses
lamp whilst they turn the pages for you. This black and white demi-monde
reinvents colour, absurdly beautiful, it shines out from the screen
like an undiscovered rare jewel. Colour punctuates and shocks and is
offered as a rare treat even though there is a simple satisfaction to
be appreciated in black and white shades. Perhaps it is a step too far?
An oh you are spoiling us moment in a world of already shocking
excess and decadence.
This film cleverly points out both the sparseness and excesses of human
nature. Depravity is painted in white, it is the shocking white liquid
pouring from mutilated limbs; it is the page itself and what the wandering
mind creates upon its surface. The darkness is the result of those wanderings,
the creations themselves. Miller created a beast and his beast is raw
and grotesque yet exquisitely human. He framed his beast between feline
familiars set in all its glory against flawed perfection so that you
cannot deny its feral appeal. The beast longs for beauty and its vulnerable
human pain is set against a surreal angelic light. Miller has portrayed
the pain of life, the pain of the city itself, heavy with the scent
of desire and isolation. Here love runs parallel with hate and its pain
is both murderer and murdered.
In this visual world love exists in golden hair or a letter and there
is nothing we wouldnt do to feast upon the visual, nothing we
wouldnt do for love. So we take our seats and sup on pain for
a while, purely for the sake of lust. Ironically there is no pain in
the decapitated body or the impact of torture, no screams in comparison
to the sheer agony of desire but then this is reality cleverly disguised
as Sin City. This is humankind at its most basic, portraying
all of the oppositions in life, the real and unreal, beauty and ugliness,
strength and weakness, violence and love all of lifes truths both
covered and exposed. Sometimes we are forced to imagine the worst in
a place where beauty attacks you from the face of the beast itself.
Connected yet separated this is the city of life where desperation,
madness, lust, passion and loss are rife and youd be a fool not
to stay for a while and appreciate this wild mixed up reverie called
© Claire Murray November 2006
Claire is studying Creative Writing at the University of Portsmouth
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