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its shallowness sets in.
a stripper (Alba) bent on killing a corrupt politician (the magnetic, teeth clenching Powers Boothe); a pained loner (Brolin) caught in the spell of a Medusa like femme fatale (Green, her green eyes aflame); a gambler (Gordon Levitt) aiming to, at the poker table, humble the father (again Boothe senator) who abandoned him. Rourke, with an exaggerated rock of a face and a trench coat for a cape, is a kind of overseer and always game enforcer.
There are gestures to empowered women (Alba gets a gun in this one, and Rosario Dawson again reigns over the Town all female gang) but they ring hollow amid the otherwise overbearingly juvenile presentation of women as scantily clad objects of fetish.
After being clonked over the head in 1944 My Sweet, Raymond Chandler immortal private eye Philip Marlowe wryly narrated the experience of being knocked out: black pool opened up at my feet. I jumped in. City: A Dame to Kill For, a belated, 3 D sequel to 2005 City, cultishly adored graphic novelist Frank Miller and genre exploiting director Robert Rodriguez have again jumped right into the same dark abyss Dick Powell Marlowe fell into, into the same noir sea or, at least, some hyper stylized version of it. This is hardboiled on heroin.
In a movie world so devoted to comics, City tries like nothing else to faithfully transfer to the big screen the experience of reading one. But in the end, the filmmakers only highlight that such a union of mediums strip and cinema can lead down an empty rabbit hole.
The best thing about the shadowy digital landscape is that it brings the focus even more sharply on the actors faces. As a murderous adulterer, Ray Liotta eyes are even buggier, which didn seem possible.
Both City movies are double layers of esthetic idolatry: Miller, famed for his Knight reimagining of Batman, worships at the pulp altar of Chandler and Mickey Spillane, while Rodriguez is slavishly devoted to turning Miller two dimensional drawings into cinematic flesh. (Miller name precedes the film title and he shares directing credit with Rodriguez.) They each approach their tasks with gusto that can only be admired, even if the results can its predecessor, Dame to Kill For was made with an almost entirely digital palate, placing actors Mickey Rourke, Joseph Gordon Levitt, Jessica Alba, Josh Brolin, Eva Green on a starkly black and white canvas in a fictional (but very Los Angeles like) permanent midnight metropolis of rampant crime, extreme brutality and skin baring luridness. It described with tough guy poetry like: kind of place your father doesn want to talk about. together are a grotesque handful of overlapping revenge tales carried out by thin stereotypes: Nike Lebron 12 Shoes
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dives back into a noir abyss
Marlowe got out of his black pool. Miller just keeps falling.
City: A Dame to Kill For, a Weinstein Co. release, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America for brutal stylized violence throughout, sexual content, nudity and brief drug use. Running time: 101 minutes. Two stars out of four.
an exercise in stylistic verisimilitude, the two (extremely similar) City films are at least interesting, innovative footnotes in two of the most widespread trends in movies: digital filmmaking and comic book adaptations. Rodriguez near total use of green screen to fill in the backgrounds was a minor landmark in painting with pixels. It gives the films a strange airlessness that makes City initially bracing in its conceptual surrealism before the tedium of Nike Zoom Air Pegasus 33
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