Studied Camp In Pulp Noir Setting

Rating: 1/10 (23 April 2011)

That's what it feels like watching this film. It's a tour-de-force in post modern smugness. The actors deliver lines as if in the worst Corman adaptation of a Chandler novel, and the whole enterprise seems like a mash-up of cultural anachronisms, a patchwork of Noir, John Woo and punk. People have told me the comic is like this, but that just means the source material is a lazy exercise in self-indulgent genre 'subversion'. "Get this, I can write like Raymond Chandler, but add gun-wielding punk prostitutes and mutants, that makes this art!" No, it makes it affected and tedious postmodern claptrap. The sort of thing a pretentious 17-year old English literature student considers an art film, or Tarantino an auteur.