Only it really is pretty. Gorgeous purple with gold embroidered trim. And it's one of those things I'd never buy myself, but I've always secretly wanted. Now I just have to find a Halloween costume to go with it. Only problem is it stinks of patchouli like whoa and it's smelling up the whole back of the house. austin360 knows what I'm talking about because I dragged her to the Magick Cauldron once and we had to go home and wash the smell off afterwards.
Anyway, Mr. Sus and I went out to a great dinner Friday night at this cool Latin American seafood restaurant. Mmmmmmceviche. Then we saw Sin City, which was not nearly as unpleasant as I was expecting.
I finished reading the first graphic novel (the Marv story) and let's just say I wasn't impressed. I'm sure artistically and stylistically it's all kinds of groundbreaking and wonderful, but I just didn't like it. I had some sense that Miller was sort of going for parody, but it also felt like he was enjoying the cliches of the genre a little too much for it to work. Every single time a woman appeared in a frame she had to be naked. And the one woman who was a lesbian? Every time she showed up we had to be reminded that she was a lesbian, as if that was all that was important about her, other than her nakedness. (Mr. Sus maintains this was meant to be satire, but I just don't buy it.) And it was gratuitously violent, which doesn't really bother me personally that much, but frankly, I thought all that overwrought, hard-boiled dialogue was cornball. Okay, sue me, I don't worship at the altar of Frank Miller. Even though Arkham Asylum scared the crap outta me.
The film, however, was, for the most part, a very pleasant surprise. M was right when she said the violence was cartoonized enough to not be overwhelmingly horrific (which is not to say that it's not extremely violent and gross, because it is). And I found a lot more humor in it on-screen than I did in the book. Plus, some of that cornball dialogue came out sounding pretty decent in the hands of the right actors. As for the misogyny, well, it still has a presence, but given the many acts of violence against penises, there seems to be at least a symbolic balancing of the scales.
I ended up really liking the Marv story and also the Clive Owen story about the hookers with guns. Except that Clive's American accent was hilariously bad. And Alexis Bledel? Sorry hon, but you'll never be anything but Rory, even if you are dressed up as a prostitute. The Bruce Willis story was only eh, I thought, and kind of slowed down the movie for me. Oh, but Elijah Wood? Amazing. I mean, I knew he was going to be totally freaking scary and all, but he was absolutely balletic as Kevin. I was not, however, prepared to see Carla Gugino's boobs. I'd somehow assumed that they'd cut a lot of the nudity to get an R rating, but apparently not so much. Anyway, overall, I'd give it a thumbs up. Robert Rodriguez is still totally my boyfriend. In fact, given the general unevenness of his movies, I'd say it's definitely his best film to date, although maybe not my favorite.