Come on! Toilets are always funny!
Miller. If you don't recognize the name, you must spend your time
socializing and making friends instead of sitting in dark, dusty comic
book shops. To geeks like myself, Frank Miller is something of a legend
in the illustrated world of superheroes and pulp fiction.
He's the mind behind works such as Sin City, 300 and The Dark Knight Returns.
Frank's been fortunate enough to have directors like Robert Rodriguez
and Zack Synder bring his works to life on the big screen, exposing the
mainstream masses to his unmistakable style of storytelling.
got the idea that old Frank should direct a movie himself, being as the
guy is such a visionary storyteller. Here's the problem: Frank doesn't
know the first thing about directing a movie. He's great with a piece
of white paper and some black ink, maybe a few splotches of red here
and there, but when it comes to putting it on film - the guy's as
clueless as a virgin in the condom aisle.
a 1940 Sunday-newspaper comic book insert created by writer-artist Will
Eisner, is Miller's first target to shoot down from the director's
chair. The series is considered one of the medium's most significant
works, with Eisner creating many of the styles, techniques, and
storytelling conventions still used by comics writers today.
own style and sensibilities were no doubt influenced by Eisner, who
became a dear friend and mentor to Miller. Take a look at the hardnosed
detective pulp stories in Miller's Sin City and you can't help but see flashes of The Spirit.
you've ever heard the phrase, "kill your darlings," you'll never find a
more literal meaning. Frank Miller has taken such an intimate and
beloved project and, quite frankly (clever, right?), smashed it
straight to hell. Before I tear into this film like a chicken wing
buffet, lets get some simple stuff out of the way - like the plot.
cop Denny Colt returns from beyond the grave as The Spirit (Gabriel
Macht), a hero whose mission is to fight against the evildoers in
Central City. The Spirit's arch-nemesis is a crime lord and mad
scientist known as The Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson) who, as you might
have guessed, has a thing for the number 8.
meanwhile, has a thing for the ladies. He falls in love with every dame
he runs across, and lucky for him Central City is filled with the most
beautiful, seductive creatures in existence. From Eva Mendes, Scarlett
Johansson and Sarah Paulson to Jaime King, Paz Vega and Stana Katic, The Spirit offers some spectacular eye candy if nothing else.
What you can expect out of a film like The Spirit
is a super-stylized world of black, white and red filled with campy
banter, Looney Tunes action sequences and a fair amount of sex appeal.
Weird combination, right? What's worse is, aside from the sex appeal,
not a single thing in this movie works.
Poor Sam Jackson and
Gabriel Macht, they do the best they can with such an uneventful
screenplay you've got to feel sorry for them. As far as Mendes and
Johansson, I'm not sure they were even trying - its almost as if they
accepted they were there for the eyes, not the ears. Every single line
of dialogue in the film was disposable and cliché, even for Miller's
pulpy noir sensibility.
Frank Miller is not a director. I'm not
saying he completely lacks the ability to someday direct a competent
motion picture, but as for right now things are looking pretty dim. The Spirit
reveals that he may in fact be creatively bankrupt, a one-trick pony
capable only of smearing stories in dollops of black white and red. The
only thing he seems to be competent in directing is making pretty girls
even prettier - maybe there's a future in the porn industry for him if
this doesn't pan out.
Sorry Frank, I hate to be so hard on you,
but you're a big boy and I'm sure you can handle the criticism. You
better be, because there's a lot coming your way. If it makes you feel
any better, I think Batman: Year One and The Dark Knight Returns are two of the greatest stories I've ever read. Hell, I even enjoy All-Star Batman and Robin.
Speaking of Batman, The Spirit's score seems to be nothing more than a remix of Danny Elfman's 1989 Batman
score. I'm pretty sure I heard the caped crusader's main theme a few
times throughout this unbearable film's 103-minute running time.
What else can be said? The Spirit
is a bad movie. It's not a guilty pleasure, and it's not one of those
movies that's so bad it's good. It fails at even being laughable and
enjoyable. I will say that some critics have chosen to be
excruciatingly cruel to it, comparing it to Battlefield Earth or Gigli, but I assure you The Spirit is not that horrid - it's just really bad, dumb and all-around worthless.
may have noticed the little lead-in under the title for this review.
The line, "Come on! Toilets are always funny!" is said by The Octopus
after he slams a toilet bowl over The Spirit's head. This is after
drumming our hero in the testicles with a monkey wrench the size of an
18-wheeler. The thing is, it isn't funny, not even in that America's Funniest Home Videos kind of way.
To me, it's just a reminder of where a piece of shit like The Spirit belongs.