puts the "duh" in dumb.

Rating: 1/10 (10 April 2007)

I hated this movie. I had no choice in watching it. A friend brought it over. Never let a friend select the DVD for movie night.
This is thoroughly immature masturbation for juvenile-minded males who want to retreat to a comic world populated by tough guys, slutty girls and stoopit violence, as if their actual transformation of the world into those things is taking too long. They exclim in superlatives over it's arty pretensions, without being able to describe a single idea; the definition of "poseur."
It doesn't surprise me that this is from Frank Miller. He seems to have a career goal of making "cool-looking" movies that peg Hollywood someplace even shallower than video games. American entertainment continues to allow man-boys to retain adolescent interests well into late-adulthood, which is just sad.
But hey, finally a role Mickey Rourke can play with his prissy, ruined meatface; a testosterone-driven freak with a visage seemingly made out of lumber. Michael Jackson is his only equal in terms of ill-conceived, recreational plastic surgery.