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Review: Sin City: A Dame To Kill For

Color is a special effect in the dark, exhilarating, wonderfully grisly “Frank Miller’s Sin City: A Dame to Kill For.”

Most of the film is in spectacular, stunning shades of black and white, but every once in a while there’s a gorgeous flash of color: the green in someone’s eyes, the dark magenta of a woman’s hair, a blue coat and – this being a “Sin City” movie – a brassy gold orb where once there was a human eye.

Jessica Alba’s also a special effect in this movie. She’s not the most versatile actress out there, but something about the role of Nancy, the good girl turned exotic dancer, brings out the best in Alba, and I’m not just talking about her moves on the dance floor.

We’ll circle back to that role and that storyline in a bit. There’s a lot of movie going on with a sequel that comes nearly a decade after the first “Sin City,” which still ranks among the finest graphic novel adaptations ever. If you haven’t seen it, please do.

As was the case with the original, “A Dame to Kill For” features multiple and occasionally overlapping storylines, each of them served by a narrator – usually a booze-soaked, world-weary anti-hero obsessed with taking down a longtime enemy or protecting a temptress in distress. The blazingly talented Robert Rodriguez co-directs with Frank Miller, the creator of the “Sin City” books. (Some of the stories here are based on Miller’s books; two plot threads were created for the movie.)

What a lineup of actors, all pouring themselves into the “Sin City” universe and bringing a level of authenticity to their work, even against the super-stylized sets and special effects that make us feel as if we’re immersed in the pages of Miller’s iconic series. Returning cast members include the aforementioned Alba, Bruce Willis, Mickey Rourke, Rosario Dawson, Powers Boothe and Jaime King. Just some of the newcomers: Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Josh Brolin, Dennis Haysbert, Ray Liotta, Jeremy Piven and, yep, that’s Lady Gaga in a cameo role.

Gordon-Levitt plays Johnny, a lucky penny of a gambler who works his way into a private poker game held in the back room of the joint where Alba’s Nancy works as a dancer. Boothe’s Sen. Roark hosts the game, and given that Roark owns Sin City and makes a game out of destroying his enemies, it’s little wonder there’s an open seat at the table when Johnny strolls in, intent on bringing down the devil himself. Suffice to say Johnny’s better at reading cards than reading certain situations.

Meanwhile, Rourke’s anvil-faced Marv is watching over Nancy, looking for any excuse for a brawl and befriending Brolin’s Dwight McCarthy, a former newspaper photographer now working as a low-level private investigator who takes pics of cheating spouses. Four years after Eva Green’s Ava left Dwight, and left him devastated, she returns with a story. Ava needs Dwight’s help, and he’s powerless to resist her.

Then there’s Nancy Callahan, still tearing it up as an exotic dancer, only now she’s drowning in booze, still in mourning for Willis’ Lt. Hartigan, and trying to work up the courage to kill Sen. Roark.

Each storyline is punctuated by bursts of creative violence, including but not limited to some of the more inventive sword-work this side of the “Kill Bill” movies. Blood is spilled by the bucketful, bones are cracked, faces are disfigured, bodies are riddled with bullets. It sickens me sometimes to hear audiences laughing with appreciation at violence in some movies, but this is a graphic novel brought to motion, and it’s supposed to be a dark and violent thrill ride, and as such it’s extremely effective. When you die in a “Sin City” movie, you die hard.

Rourke, Brolin and Gordon-Levitt are standouts as the leads in their stories. Green is a fearless actress who can be completely naked and still not come across as the least bit vulnerable.

This is one bada-- movie. Rodriguez and Miller are reportedly planning on a “Sin City 3.” Here’s hoping we don’t have to wait nine years again. Rated R.



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