‘A Dame to Kill For’ has the look, just not the soul
Gone is the one-two punch of stunning visuals combined with gory noir a hair’s breadth away from being an eroticized snuff film. This time around, Sin City doesn’t just suck you in; it’ll impressed upon you a bitter sense of failure, one you can’t drown with liquor or bury with a shovel.
“Sin City: A Dame to Kill For,” the sequel to the much-touted “Sin City,” isn’t so much about vendettas this time around. Instead, it’s a sad quest for revenge, to smother dark emotions with brutal, ineffective retribution. Because, as the towering brute Marv (Mickey Rourke) so eloquently drawls, “There’s no reason to leave anyone alive. No one’s innocent.”
But then again, I suppose that’s the point here. “Sin City,” based on the neo-noir comics of the same name by Frank Miller, isn’t much for happy endings. Neither is “A Dame to Kill For,” during which the body count constantly rises as our protagonists make their way through this venomous town.
Two “Why is everyone betraying everyone?” stars out of five.