Do not, I repeat, do not rent, watch or even think about The Spirit. In fact, you may want to just stop reading this and go find something productive to do with your time for your own safety.
Now, I am not familiar with the graphic novel upon which it was based, but the movie was so painfully bad that even though I was not the one who picked it out, less than 30 minutes into it I found myself watching it alone, and were it not for my desire to have something to write about, I would have shut it off.
To be honest, I don't even know where to begin. . . do I express deep disappointment in Scarlett Johansson and her visually appealing but otherwise un-intriguing character? Do I focus on the overdramatic delivery of trite, cliched gumshoe-esque writing with such wince-inducing lines as "Shut up and bleed" and "Come on! Toilets are always funny! "? Do I point out that Frank Miller's black, white and red stylistic approach is already tired and boring after sitting through Sin City?
Or can I simply say "Samuel Jackson" and leave it at that?
