I'm barely out of the credits, and I'm wondering if I was overcharged.
If I had a Twitter account I'd be liveblogging this.
It's very Frank Miller, in all the wrong ways, but there's not a hell of a lot of Will Eisner in here. Not script-wise, not visually.
For the love of Schwartz, we have Thugs Wearing T-Shirts With Thematic Code-Names on them.
This is, in fact, the Frank Miller version of the 1966 Batman series.
With some Warner Brothers thrown in.
Miller thinks "campy slapstick" is the same as "tongue-in-cheek whimsy", and "over-the-top stunt action" can sub for "magical realism".
I can see, in my mind's eye, a scene drawn by Eisner (or Darwyn Cooke), with the comic';s cast watching this, Ellen, Doyle, and Ebony laughing their asses off while the Spirit himself just cringes in humiliation.
The one bright spot is that this movie isn't disappointing me. It's performing to expectations.
Okay, I turned it off at the 62-minute mark. I'm not sure when I stopped actually paying attention to it.
Don't think that I'm just ragging on this as a bad adaptation. No, it's a bad movie, and there are any number of bad decisions contributing to that. For far too many of them, the only explanation that makes sense is that Miller was trying to emulate the source material and failing miserably.
I think he doesn't quite realize that Will Eisner and Harvey Kurtzman were different people. This is a Mad Magazine version of The Spirit.
For most of the others, it was evident that he wasn't able to resist throwing in Millerisms, or possibly attempts at self-parody.