
I didn't have high expectations for Frank Miller's
The Spirit going in, seeing as how
all of the reviews I read were pretty awful. So I guess I went in with low expectations. After seeing the movie, while I'm not going to go out and say it was the best thing I've seen all year, I think most of the criticism was undeserved.
The Spirit combines a pulp noir aesthetic with a camp sensibility. It's dark and kitschy at the same time. While the plot is nonsensical most of the time and the characters are rather flat, it all comes out to an entertaining, visually pleasing film.
The Spirit, based on the comics by
Will Eisner, is the story of your average, everyday masked vigilante crime fighter (called, of course, The Spirit). Only, he isn't quite your average, everyday masked vigilante. The Spirit (Gabriel Macht) is actually a rookie cop named Denny Colt who was killed and somehow, miraculously, came back from the dead. Although he suffers many seemingly fatal wounds, he heals quickly and cannot be killed. However, Death, in the form of a gorgeous dame named Lorelei (Jamie King, whose character is never really adequately explained), is always on his tail. Although the Spirit feels invincible, he knows that one day Lorelei will catch up with him.
However, that's not his only problem. He also has to deal with his arch-nemesis, The Octopus (played with maniacal glee by the always awesome Samuel L. Jackson), who may or may not know the secret to the Spirit's undead-ness, an angry Commissioner Dolan (Dan Lauria) who thinks he's lost his marbles, and, of course, the requisite
femme fatale or two (Eva Mendes, Scarlett Johannson, and Paz Vegas).
The plot, as stated earlier, is a bit nonsensical and pretty thin. The Octopus and his beautiful assistant Silken Floss (a wooden Scarlett Johannson) are after the blood of Heracles, which will render the Octopus immortal. However, the vase of this stuff somehow gets mixed up with a chest containing the treasure of the Argonauts (um...k?). The vase of hero blood is accidentally picked up by femme fatale Sand Sarif (a suitably vampy Eva Mendes), who was originally aiming to get the Argonaut treasure. Oh, I should also mention that Sarif is The Spirit/Denny Colt's lost childhood sweetheart, who turned bad and left Central City after her father was killed way back when. So...Octopus has the treasure and Sarif has the blood. Although you could call this an honest mix-up and just do a little switcharoo, this just won't do for our villains. There are plots to be hatched and cartoonish blood to be spilled and many, many, ridiculous costumes to wear (mostly by Samuel L. Jackson).
All the while The Spirit is trying to intercept The Octopus, whilst fending off the advances of half the women in Central City (but not really) and saving them from petty criminals, and after all his crime fighting, getting stitched up by the Commissioner's pretty surgeon daughter Helen (Sarah Paulson, probably the only decent female character in the film). The Spirit spends a lot of time being angsty about his past, about his lost childhood love, about whether he's really undead or just crazy. Heroes always got to have angst. There are many dramatic monologues of the Spirit's, which are essentially love letters to Central City ("My city, I cannot deny her. My city screams. She is my mother, my lover..." etc etc). Gabriel Macht, as the Spirit, has an old-fashioned kind of charisma. He feels very much lifted from the comic book pages or a hard-boiled detective novel.
Frank Miller, who wrote and directed this flick, is a legend for his graphic novels (the
Sin City books,
300,
Batman: Year One,
The Dark Knight Returns, among others) and the film looks and feels very much like a comic book. It shares a similar visual aesthetic to the film adaptation of
Sin City. However, Miller isn't quite able to translate his talents from the page onto the big screen.
The Spirit, while visually pleasing, never really comes together. There's not really enough time giving the characters much background or motivation or making them seem anything other than caricatures. There is no real cohesiveness to the plot at all. It's a shame because I feel that under better hands, this could've gone from an OK film to a great film.
That being said, I still don't think this film deserved all the bad press. Or maybe it did. Maybe I'm just a sucker for a world in which women are called "broads" and "dames" and the men wear sharp hats and long coats. Where everything is colored in shades of grey and sepia, save for a flashing red tie. The Spirit is similar to the movie Dick Tracy, another very stylized movie (also based on a comic strip) with a flair for noir. But it's noir meets camp, with outrageous costumes and sets and characters and bizarre one-liners (my favorite being Octopus': "Do I look like I like having egg on my face?"). And, and did I forget to mention the Octopus' henchmen, a series of luggish, clownish clones, all played by Louis Lombardi. Hello, flashbacks to
City of Lost Children! So, while it's not a great film, it really doesn't take itself too seriously. You might as well hush up and enjoy the bizarre world that Frank Miller is trying to transport you to.
Grade: C+
Watch the trailer
here.