BULLSEYE OR MISFIRE: Sin City: A Dame To Kill For Reviews
By Dr. Know on August 22nd, 2014
Critic Reviews for Sin City: A Dame to Kill For
A Dame To Kill For isn’t likely to create converts out of those uninterested in the pulpy side of fiction. But it more than earns its keep in terms of lavishing love, mildly ironic as well as pretty damn earnest, on pumped-up noir.
Miller’s original comic-book frames serve narrative functions, but these movies are all grabby graphics, devoid of compelling style.
You don’t expect to be exhausted by reams of soul-sick narration and artful chiaroscuro compositions, but that’s what happens.
For those who appreciated Robert Rodriguez and Frank Miller’s 2005 campy, kinetic film noir homage, Sin City, the 2014 follow-up, Sin City: A Dame to Kill For is unlikely to disappoint.
It’s hard to believe that so much visual elegance has been brought to bear on material so ugly, and yet the disjunction is intentional, and the film is all of a piece.
If you showed the Sin City midnight world in smaller doses, as a weekly series on late-night cable television, the slick graphics and cold kink might be more compelling.
Green has affected shades of noir in previous roles, but as the scheming Ava Lord, she is a terrific femme fatale, luxuriating in Miller’s Chandler-esque dialogue while devouring the scenery and every inhabitant in it.
The conceit also feels more out of its time than it did in 2005; this sort of unrelenting bleakness is more cliché than daring now.
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For relishes style over substance. But, man, it’s ugly.
Always a pleasure to observe, despite its unsavory aspects, so artfully artificial… Style is no problem. A reason for this movie besides it is a mystery.
When severed heads tumble across the screen like fleshy soccer balls for the umpteenth time, all the visceral thrills of graphic dismemberment fade away. Who knew hyper violence could feel this routine?
This stylish, 3-D film with noir-ish, deliciously naughty characters amounts to a campy satire.
Rodriguez and Millar really can’t be troubled slowing down long enough to take an interest in where their characters are headed. Instead, they gorge the screen with stylized mayhem and grubby sex.
Needlessly confusing and narratively fractured, the only real sin in this movie is the lost potential.
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For is an exhausting pedal to the metal car chase that goes in circles, collides with a brick wall, and leaves the audience as they’re thrust through the windshield and cuts to black before they hit the concrete.
At some points the film lags, loses focus, especially in the segues between vignettes where you can hear the gears creak. Thank goodness it’s so pretty to look at, and it is fun to count the references to classic films.
The whole movie consists of shiny hot rods and dick wounds, like an 11-year-old and his grumpy grandpa playing GI Joes together.
Packed with stylish visuals, a dream cast, tons of attitude and crazy over-the-top action, for better or worse it delivers exactly what you’d expect in a ‘Sin City’ sequel.
Instead of fanning the franchise flames, A Dame to Kill For tosses a wet blanket on the fun, stumbling with a plodding follow-up that’s missing the insanity and most of the grim highlights that made the original so memorable.