Here’s The New Yorker‘s Anthony Lane on Sin City, clever as always:

“We have, it is clear, reached the lively dead end of a process that was initiated by a fretful Martin Scorsese and inflamed, with less embarrassed glee, by Tarantino: the process of knowing everything about violence and nothing about suffering.”

“Needless to say, a short course in movie history would teach them that graphic novels themselves are soaked to the bone in a style that was brought to refinement by film noir.”

“Rodriguez is pleased to flash his hipster credentials, proud of the hole where his heart is supposed to be…”


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