Okay, I admit it, I went to see Sin City yesterday. I wasn’t planning on it originally, but then I read some posts about how insanely close to the original comic book it was (doesn’t hurt that the comic book artist was a director on the movie).

I went in not knowing much about it, except that it was a comic book movie, it was stylish, and that the rating guide said there wasn’t any nudity (which was good, I wasn’t in the mood for nudity).

Sadly, the rating guide was so wrong it’s not even funny. Maybe there wasn’t space to put “Rated 14A for extreme violence, extreme language, extreme gore and so much sexuality you could shake a stick at it”.

Either way, there was lots of scantily clad women, and a fair amount of nudity, specifically in the first 20 minutes or so.

It was, really, an incredibly stylish movie. It’s mainly in black of white, with just enough colour to really throw you off. I found myself gasping at times with how shocking it was. Like the yellow guy. Who’s yellow blood goes flying everywhere in an oily texture type of way when his car crashes. Beyond that though, it was the most stylish movie I’ve ever seen. More so than Crouching Tiger, and more so than those stupid Kill Bill movies.

It was drop dead gorgeous.

The script was alright. The acting played straight into the comic book mindset.

The problem is that it’s really 3 movies all slashed together into one. 3 distinct stories. That don’t really connect at all, except in the most cursory way.

I didn’t enjoy the 3 stories at all. I mean, I loved the stories themselves, but it felt like the movie had 4 endings. And everytime I got emotionally into a story it’d end abruptly. Sometimes rudely. And it left a lot unexplained.

All of this is just like an old school comic book. Which perhaps makes this the best comic book movie ever.

But, I wasn’t in the mood for a comic book.