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Summary: HEROISM IN SIN CITY
Review: This is a change of pace for Sin City in that Wallace joins Hartigan as one of the few heroes in the series. This book has plenty of fine artwork and some nice twists. It is a bit underwritten in terms of dialogue but the ending is the best of any Sin City graphic novel and is another triumph for Miller.
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Summary: HEROISM IN SIN CITY
Review: This is a change of pace for Sin City in that Wallace joins Hartigan as one of the few heroes in the series. This book has plenty of fine artwork and some nice twists. It is a bit underwritten in terms of dialogue but the ending is the best of any Sin City graphic novel and is another triumph for Miller.
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Summary: great stuff from miller
Review: This is the latest Sin City title from Frank Miller. Although I personally don't think he's topped himself as far as the story since the first one, his art has gotten more and more polished in each title. The story here is pretty standard Frank Miller fare: dangerous, unhappy loner meets the woman of his dreams, complications arise, he kills lots and lots of underworld types to save her. This story ties in to several of the earlier Sin City tales with peripheral characters: Delia, Colonel, and Manute all appear in other tales. Like the other tales of Sin City, this is done in black and white; like some of the later ones, color is used sparingly to great effect. The use of color is more extensive here, but is very effective when used, always intentionally to call attention to a character or scene. If you've never read anything by Frank Miller, do yourself a favor and buy any and all of the Sin City titles, as well as Batman: The Dark Knight Returns.PS Several of the earlier reviews aren't talking about this story. Any references to "Marv" or "the handcuff scene" are talking about the original Sin City book, which I also highly reccomend.
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Summary: Sin-Lite, With A Touch More Violence
Review: When Frank Miller roared onto the comics' scene with SIN CITY, I was one happy camper. Being a huge fan of Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer and other hard-boiled fare, I recognized the cast of characters populating Basin City for what they were ... modern day incarnations of the shucksters and flimflammers hopping from one job to the next, scraping away what life they could from dime to dime. While the first SIN CITY held much to delight and paid tremendous homage to the pulps of the 30s & 40s, Miller's contributions was becoming downright formulaic by the third outing. However, TO HELL AND BACK is closer in tone and quality to the first SIN CITY than perhaps any of the others. While it still can't hold a candle to the original "Marv," it's a quick read with dames a'plenty. I think Frank's obsession with the male penis has gone a tad overboard, though, as this macabre cast of characters all get to bare their Johnsons. It's not a kindler, gentler SIN, but it's not far from home either.
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Summary: Sin-Lite, With A Touch More Violence
Review: When Frank Miller roared onto the comics' scene with SIN CITY, I was one happy camper. Being a huge fan of Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer and other hard-boiled fare, I recognized the cast of characters populating Basin City for what they were ... modern day incarnations of the shucksters and flimflammers hopping from one job to the next, scraping away what life they could from dime to dime. While the first SIN CITY held much to delight and paid tremendous homage to the pulps of the 30s & 40s, Miller's contributions was becoming downright formulaic by the third outing. However, TO HELL AND BACK is closer in tone and quality to the first SIN CITY than perhaps any of the others. While it still can't hold a candle to the original "Marv," it's a quick read with dames a'plenty. I think Frank's obsession with the male penis has gone a tad overboard, though, as this macabre cast of characters all get to bare their Johnsons. It's not a kindler, gentler SIN, but it's not far from home either.
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Summary: Miller is Miller, but that's the problem
Review: When Miller started cranking out the Sin City stuff, a great time was had by all. The art was dark and moody, the stories wound through a cast of character types unseen in a mainstream comic in years (some, never). It started with an incredible bang with the original "Sin City" book and took some fascinating turns for a few years, but at some point, Miller began to bite his own style, his characters now flat, lifeless killing machines with no purpose prior to the story at hand. This book in particular gives us a character we don't know, don't know by the end of the book, and don't care that we don't know. We just want to see how he's going to kill someone next. Now, bear in mind: that's not why readers picked the book up, but that's what we've resolved ourselves to experience. Where there is no heart, there is no caring, and this book doesn't have a character in it you can care about. It's not that they're mean-spirited - that would be refreshing for Miller at this point - it's that they're simply one-dimensional: the dark, brooding anti-hero of few words who walks around the city helping barely-created hookers with the fighting abilities of ten ninjas...in his sneakers, no less. Yawn. Wake me up when you create another type of character.
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Summary: Miller is Miller, but that's the problem
Review: When Miller started cranking out the Sin City stuff, a great time was had by all. The art was dark and moody, the stories wound through a cast of character types unseen in a mainstream comic in years (some, never). It started with an incredible bang with the original "Sin City" book and took some fascinating turns for a few years, but at some point, Miller began to bite his own style, his characters now flat, lifeless killing machines with no purpose prior to the story at hand. This book in particular gives us a character we don't know, don't know by the end of the book, and don't care that we don't know. We just want to see how he's going to kill someone next. Now, bear in mind: that's not why readers picked the book up, but that's what we've resolved ourselves to experience. Where there is no heart, there is no caring, and this book doesn't have a character in it you can care about. It's not that they're mean-spirited - that would be refreshing for Miller at this point - it's that they're simply one-dimensional: the dark, brooding anti-hero of few words who walks around the city helping barely-created hookers with the fighting abilities of ten ninjas...in his sneakers, no less. Yawn. Wake me up when you create another type of character.
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