My heart was captured by Frank Miller's hard boiled romance comix the first time around, and I gasped as I felt deja-vu rekindle those long steeping memories a second time on the silver screen. I never wanted to hear their anti-hero voices and see them really walk, jump, drive, and kill. Most things are better left on the page and in your head. But Frank Miller, Robert Rodriguez, Quentin Tarantino, and every damned one of those brilliant actors, stole from my head and knit together a picture perfect moving comic book that Hollywood has never known. If you go see this flick, bring a seatbelt.
Although, I'm tickled to know Roger Ebert "got it," Heidi MacDonald reviewed SIN CITY the best at THE BEAT:
SBX was my dame to kill for at the NYC show that Frank Miller held for "his tribe" on Wednesday night. This wasn't only a screening of SIN CITY, it was a celebration of the comix form and the people who make them. A once in a lifetime occasion that had every corner of comix, friends and foes, united and representing. From theater seats to after party drinks, Frank Miller's inherent bridge of pulp noir romance and super heroic resolve kept us glued together like the world in SIN CITY where the only thing that makes you stand out above the rest is in your actions and what you do. I looked around me and faced a room full of men and women who have changed my life with the work they do, above and beyond, and silently toasted them all before knocking back my whiskey.
"This is the old days, the bad days, the all or nothing days."
This was our night.