by Emmy Burns
Director: Frank Miller
Studio: Lionsgate
Rating: Shag
If you’re looking for a good date movie this season, The Spirit delivers the ultimate win-win situation. Plenty of eye candy for both you and your boy toy, badass women to cheer for, and best of all, no cheesy love scenes starring Jennifer Aniston.
Frank Miller continues in his quest to bring respectable comics (this one based on the stories of Will Eisner) to the silver screen in the way only he could — cue wild costume changes, fabulous makeup and the uber-stylized backdrops courtesy of a green screen — and this adaptation also marks his solo directorial debut.
The story follows the Spirit/Denny Colt (Gabriel Macht), who, after being shot to death one night on duty, is reborn as a crime-fighting superhero (and heartthrob) who sports a Zorro-style mask and Converse kicks. Finally, we have a superhero who takes fashion cues from My Chemical Romance and gets more ass than a back of a taxi cab.
But the Spirit's major problem isn't a potential STD. It's that his childhood love, Sand Serif (Eva Mendes), has grown up to be a seductive, powerful, jewelery thief and shares a special connection with his nemesis the Octopus (Samuel L. Jackson).
Rad: A whole lineup of strong, powerful roles for women. Eva Mendes's perfect delivery of ballsy lines made us (nearly) forget the atrocious Ghost Rider. Scarlett Johansson as Silken Floss, the cunning, brilliant assistant to the Octopus and his imbecile henchmen clones. Note: send your boyfriend to fetch popcorn during her laboratory scene unless you want a puddle of drool by your feet.
Sad: Hokey lines and Macht's use of a strange, Batman-like monotone in narration sequences.
In Five Words: We want this holiday Spirit.
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