The Spirit

I love Frank Miller.

I loved Sin City, The Dark Knight, 300.

Okay, now that’s out the way...

...I hated this film.

Those that know me know I hate not watching a film through to the end, however bad it is.

This has resulted in me watching some real dross over the years.

Occasionally though, I do pull the plug.

I really tried to like this; it’s very stylish, shot like Sin City. But after being spoilt with a summer of blockbusters like Batman and Iron Man I expect a little bit more from my super hero adaptations.

The acting is terrible, over hammy, the effects are now, in my mind, a little stale, and the story is just all over the place.

Yes, I know the graphic novel and I know how it is meant to be portrayed, but the film missed the mark by several thousand meters.

I fell asleep...twice!

Sorry, Frank, I’ve worshipped everything you have done before, but I draw the line here. I don’t know how this film ends, and for once...I really don’t care.

However, it does deserve a couple of points for the ‘boyhood fantasy’ looking women.

Meh! Rating 2/10