Sin City

Great opening scene (Sin City). Then confusion. There was I expecting a linear narrative, only to find several comic-book stories in one film. Sucker me, didn’t see that one coming – I kept trying to piece the bits together.

There’s Brucie Boy as Hartigan nearly acting again, then shot oh-so-nearly dead. Next up we have steely-jawed Marv and then the film ended. But it didn’t. Now another story. Then the opener, again, and kinda leaning back to the second story, with an ending that mirrors the opener. Sorta. Oh heck.

Two pints of Theakston Old Peculiar helped right my mind after. Classic film noir, with orange and red, along with white blood. A mix of old T-Birds and Porsches and a modern Ferrari, some mobile phones, guns and kick-ass narrative. Thumbs up. I think. At least the good guys weren’t all sporting iPods this time.