Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Sin City

The J-man and I went to see "Sin City" Sunday afternoon. (Sin City on a Sunday; could there be any more proof we're heathens?)

Sin City, where the men are men and the hookers are armed and dangerous. Gritty, noir and a little gothic, Sin City wears its comic book roots on its sleeve. Black and white, the occasional splashes of color--a women's red dress--stand out like blood on a white carpet. Which is apropos as Sin City is loaded to the gills with violence. This is not a gawky-teenager-becomes-an-ice princess-saccharin tale. Composed of three equally ferocious story arcs, the movie is swimming in testosterone and gore. A man's movie or, in my case, a movie for a gal who likes man's movies.

The first story arc follows a long-in-the-tooth cop Hartigan (Bruce Willis), on the cusp of retirement. His last act as a member of the police force is to bring down a murderous pedophile. The next arc follows Merv (Mickey Rourke), a ball-busting (er, literally) combination of Frankenstein's monster and Hellboy. ('Cept, Hellboy is more cuddly.) Merv's quest: to bring down the people who killed the woman he loved. And finally, ex-con, Dwight (Clive Owen) just wants to keep a low profile, but when his life intersects with machine-gun toting madam, Gail, he finds himself facing a talking decapitated head (Benicio Del Toro, before and after said head removal), and explosive lovin' Irish mercs. Oh, and a ninja hooker, can't forget the ninja hooker.

The movie does lose some of its energy, flagging in the last act and could have benefited from some judicious trimming in the cutting room.

For all its violent trappings, Sin City is at its heart a movie about heros. The kind of guys who roll into town and save the day and damsel. The good guys stand up for women in a city apparently composed of misogynists. And they often pay a heavy price. Director Robert Rodriguez keeps to the comic's original tone and there are no Hollywood endings, although the hero in each arc does persevere. Not a Meg Ryan-esque girl to be seen, the movie nevertheless has a sort of romance to it--romance in the tragic, Mort D'Arthur sort of way.

Though easy to dismiss as another "Kill Bill" bloodfest (Tarantino was a guest director), Sin City, with its battered and world weary heros, is a far superior movie.

Previews...
DVD for "Meet the Fockers"--"Meet The Parents" was strained and simply tried too hard (and failed) to be funny. "Meet the Fockers" looks like more of the same. Meh.

"SW-Revenge of the Sith"--Still "looks" promising. Huge battles, even bigger machines of war. The suggestion that we'll get to see Palpatine kick some serious ass. The hope that Anakin will be less whiny and more...Vader.

"Skeleton Key"--Creepy horror flick set in Louisiana.

"Kung Fu Hustle"--Hee. Wire-Fu set to music. Could be fun.

"The Amityville Horror"--Hmmm. A remake. I never could figure out why the hell anybody would stay in a house where the walls bled, so the first was more ridiculous than scary.

Perhaps the folks at Amityville needed...
A ghost detector. Anime and ghost detectors, thank God for the Japanese!

Writing...
Got a "...you're a promising writer and I liked the concept of how vampires came to be, I wasn't sufficiently enthusiastic to feel that I would be the best advocate for your work" from agent who had requested the first three chapters.

Actually, rather pleased with the "promising" bit. I'll take any bone in this business. Besides, the point of an agent is that they be a staunch and tireless supporter of my work. If she's not that interested...then she's not that interested.

Besides, I'm going through a "that book is so a first novel, warts and all" phase.

Wrote a couple hundred words on Pinocchio but stopped when I couldn't find my "funny." Think it's back today, so hoping for some wordage.

Found a market for "No Such Thing," a short story with a mystery feel to it. Now I need to revise the darned thing and make it worthy of subland.

Cheers,

P.K.

 

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