I dont mind much.
John Hartigan, Sin City.
Were at the shadowy back-end of the summer blockbuster season and darkness is entering the frame.
Here comes ultraviolence, sleaze, crime and death, all beautifully shot in macabre high-contrast monochrome.
Regardless, were returning to familiar territory and we know exactly what were getting with aSin Citysequel.
As unwholesome as that is, damn its good to be back.
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The air (smoke?
of familiarity aroundSin City: A Dame To KillForalso comes from its genre stylings.
In light of such circumstances and the sociocultural impact, noir just makes sense.
Maybe the High Noir Age is a tag that should be bestowed on this spectacular silver screen era.)
Time moved on, technicolor took over and the High Noir Age passed on by.
The 70s produced a whole spate of fresh Chandler adaptations and Roman PolanskisChinatown.
How do we account for that, Hump?
These stories are driven by flaws and human weakness.
To once again paraphraseThe Maltese Falcon,Feels heavy.
thats got a powerful hold on the popular imagination and isnt forgotten.
(A world that keeps on comingOut Of The Pastbecause we nostalgically yearn for its mystique.)
I dont mind much.
Its more than okay if its as entertaining, alluring and outrageously stylish asSin City.
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