Like any sane person, I have no patience for Bruce Willis, and of course find Quentin Tarantino to be unacceptable. I think all that goes without saying.

But I had gotten my hands on some movie passes, and there was absolutely nothing of interest to see in the theater, so I thought maybe Sin City might be watchable, if only because Frank Miller was involved and people seem to think he's the cat's pajamas.

Things got off on the wrong foot right away, because Adam bought the tickets on Fandango. So right away that meant my money going to Bruce Willis, or at least theater who would pay some fee to Miramax, who would have paid him to be in the movie, which is essentially the same thing.

The previews, which are kind of a description of who the movie company thinks you are, were a bunch of lowbrow horror movies, like a remake of the Amityville Horror and worse, so that was bad.

Then the actual movie started. To speak positively, it is sylized. I don't know if that alone is worth praising, but it sure is stylized. Unfortunately, the acting is awful, the writing worse, there is no story and the whole thing is punctuated beyond belief with violence of the most extreme kinds. The only redeeming moment was the line of possibly accidently humor, when the heroine says to Mickey Rourke, on his way to kill Elijah Wood "Kill him. Kill him good." Granted that's not funny, but I'm tyring to find something positive to say about a movie which was simply bad, and not just in the way most movies disappoint you by being a little sloppy or too long or badly cast. This movie took a deep breath in, let it all out and then sucked very hard. I only wish it would end the careers of everyone involved in it, with the possible exception of Mickey Rourke, is all right with me. And I guess Jessica Alba, only because I sort of pity her since she is pretty in a homogenized Hollywood way but seems not to be aware that she can't act.