So I finally saw The Spirit.
Visually it’s a very striking, very attractive film, and the performances are very much of the Adam West “play it straight to enhance the hilarity” school of thought, with the possible exception of Samuel Jackson, who seemed intent on sinking his teeth into every piece of scenery that came within reach. The dialogue is pulpier than a pulpy thing filled with pulp, but that fit right in with the general over-the-top goofy tone of the film. It’s Frank Miller’s Spirit, not Will Eisner’s, obviously, but hell, it kept my attention and it made me laugh. And that initial fight scene between the Octopus and the Spirit was a hoot. Toilets are always funny.
So, yeah, I liked it quite a bit. Let the admonishments begin.
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