Nine years ago, Robert Rodriguez managed to pull off a feat of directorial dazzle with his screen rendition of Sin City, Frank Miller’s (often misguidedly) lauded faux post modern attempt at bringing his own artistic sensibility to neo noir. Flash forward to today, and the pair are back with a sequel that nobody but Miller diehards asked for. Was it worth the wait? Not really. Even Eva Green in her full unclothed glory can’t save this film from being a case of too much of a good thing.
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