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any redeeming qualities? hard to say. if you went into it with no expectation except a completely absurd mess of overwrought millerism with no plot, no character, no eveness of tone, no discernable theme, just a kind of horrifying void that can only be filled by sam jackson going so far over the top that he seems to make the screen vibrate in an uncomfortable way... it's like he knows full well there's nothing there and he's trying desperately to fill a completely aimless hour and a half with his arsenal of typcast mannerisms. it would be fun, but it smacks of desperation.
it's either a heartless and brutal attack on one of the seminal works of the comics medium, or a reading of that work so wrongheaded you have to wonder if he even read the spirit at all.
it takes itself too seriously to be laughable and it's too laughable to be taken seriously. it not only fails at what it wants to do, but fails to even know what it wants to do. the fact that miller can even look this over in an editing suite and see a film makes me wonder about his state of mind. |
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