Brutal, breathtaking and totally bad ass, Sin City is Robert Rodriguez’s stunningly realized vision of Frank Miller’s pulpy, neo-noir graphic novels detailing dark doings in Basin City.
“A rough and tumble fever dream … for geeks, action freaks and sensation-seeking teenage boys of all ages, the price of admission will provide a one-way ticket to hard-boiled heaven.” – Todd McCarthy, Variety
In the first of three separate but loosely related stories, Marv (Mickey Rourke) tries to track down the killers of a woman who ended up dead in his bed. In the second story, Dwight’s (Clive Owen) attempt to defend a woman from a brutal abuser goes horribly wrong, and threatens to destroy the uneasy truce among the police, the mob, and the women of Old Town. Finally, an aging cop on his last day on the job (Bruce Willis) rescues a young girl from a kidnapper, but is himself thrown in jail. Years later, he has a chance to save her again. Based on three of Miller’s wildly popular and immensely gritty books (The Hard Goodbye, The Big Fat Kill, and That Yellow Bastard), Sin City is perhaps the most faithful comic-book-based movie ever made, with each shot cleverly designed by Rodriguez (with a little help from collaborator Quentin Tarantino) to look like a panel from its source material. Rodriguez (who refers to it as a “translation” rather than an adaptation) even resigned from the Directors Guild so that Miller could share a directing credit. Filled with violence, corruption, angry strippers and desperate men, Sin City is a tough, two-fisted, visually spectacular slice of comic book pulp fiction come to grungy life.