Marketing reports have shown that Hollywood is targeting most of its movies for 14-year-old males, though an “R” rating should restrict such an audience from sex and violence, which youth appears to crave.
The “R”-rated “Sin City” should be the perfect movie for young teenage boys, if you go by the aforementioned Hollywood marketers. A brought-to-life, panel-by-panel reproduction of Frank Miller’s noir comic book novels, “Sin City” features top-notch stars playing one-note, tough-as-nails cartoonish characters in three stories that wallow in murder, mutilation, corruption, torture, cannibalism, dismemberment, bondage, castration, not to mention good old “sex and violence.” If teenage boys step away from their “Mortal Combat” video games to watch this skillfully-crafted carnage, don’t be surprised when more shoot’em-ups erupt at public high schools.
Directed by Robert Rodriguez from Miller storyboards (with a special talking-severed-head scene helmed by Quentin Tarantino), “Sin City” follows somewhat chronologically the separate stories of revenge killer Marv (Mickey Rourke in his gruesome 1989 “Johnny Handsome” makeup), last honest cop John Hartigan (Bruce Willis) saving a little girl from a pedophile on his last day at work, and rough-guy PI Dwight (Clive Owen) caught in a war between gun-totting prostitutes and the police.
While “Sin City” is a must for film and comic book fanatics, the rest of humanity will likely find it boring in its unending and repetitive “Road Runner” violence. Teenage boys, who can sneak in or convince a parent to take them, should also be enthralled. Hopefully, they won’t see murder, mutilation, corruption, torture, cannibalism, dismemberment, bondage and castration as the solution to life’s problems.