LYCHEE: The Sinful Sin City

Sin City masterfully captures the look of a graphic novel.   If you want a glimpse, watch the trailer.

 

Watching this movie equals watching some guy, who may be attractive, but to whom you are not attracted, pleasuring himself.  It is disgusting, boring, and completely ungratifying, leaving you to feel manipulated and empty.   

 

Fun for them; dull for you.

 

Or, maybe I just don’t appreciate violence for violence’s sake. 

 

For me, the beauty of film noir is in the innuendo, the witty dialogue, the intrigue.  One of the unfortunate results of expanded freedom for artistic expression is that explicitness often overrules artfulness.   In this case, the incessant violence is the movie.  There is no suspense, no mystery, no character development, no exploration of the why or how or what now.  

 

Maybe under my hippie-leftist exterior I am just an old-fashioned girl who wants her film noir murders done off-screen to be revealed and to be solved in well-acted repartee.