Sin City 2

Sin City 2 A DAME TO KILL FOR

If you ever need reminding that cinema is an entertainment medium (that's not to say it isn't art, or isn't important, or isn't worthy of being taken seriously, just that the primary purpose is to entertain) then the Sin Cities can serve as great reminders.

At the final credits, I had a complaint, however:

“That could've been longer” I said to DLL (who once again gets thanks for dragging me along to the pictures) “about half an hour longer”.

“It wasn't short” she said “an hour and forty five minutes”.

There was the same stark black and white as Sin City (is that, now, Sin City 1?) with the odd bursts of vivid colour: eyes, skin, hair, blood. The films, rather than make a film based on a comic book, bring the graphic novels to life on the big screen. If nothing else you can play spot he big-name cameo. Christopher Lloyd, Stacy Keach and Lady Gaga all pop up.

The thoroughly believable doctor, mending bones in return for a pair of shoes.

Somehow still recognisable under the Jabba the Hutt pimples and chins.

As the waitress with the heart of gold.

That was my only complaint. Not long enough. I'm awaiting the director's cut with the additional footage included.