Sin City: A Dame to Kill For Movie Review
There was a time I was excited for a sequel to Sin City. That was about five years ago.
Between then and now, Robert Rodriguez has slowly lost his ability to make innovative, compelling material and has thus regressed to slipshod filmmaking that relies so heavily on style over substance that his works often implode on themselves. See both Machete movies.
Sin City: A Dame to Kill For is the long overdue, once highly anticipated sequel to that movie that was sort of in black and white, sort of hand drawn and really fun to watch. The original was, at the time, pretty unique in its style, and the story it told gritty and somewhat captivating.
The sequel is none of those things.
A Dame to Kill For has the same general aesthetics, but the attention to detail isn't there this time around. The production values feel lazy, even stale; it's all just more of the same, and the same doesn't cut it this go-around. The story, too, is less interesting, but the problem is less the story than it is the film's desire to hold onto what worked before. Bruce Willis, Jessica Alba and Mickey Rourke are all back, even though their stories were wrapped up already. They are there to provide continuity, nothing more; unfortunately, their presence serves as more of a distraction than anything else, obstacles to telling a compelling a new story with fresh characters.
For all it's faults, Sin City: A Dame to Kill For is not the epic disaster some critics have implied. But it is so unnecessary, so uninspired, so much a hollow copy of its predecessor that you can't help but reserve an extra bit of contempt for the production.There was a time I was excited for this sequel. Now I am just thrilled there will never be another.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.