Matthew Lickona 11 a.m., June 24
Frank Miller's Sin City: A Dame to Kill For
Once the pleasures derived from eyeballing black-and-white on a big screen wane, what remains is a digitized manure pile that adds new meaning to the term green-screen composting. This 3D pop-up primer on misogyny for 9-year-old boys finds sequel scion Robert Rodriguez — once again aided and abetted by comic book misanthrope Frank Miller — demonstrating that imitation is the sincerest form of failure as they do what any successful sequelizers should: replicate the sins (and formulas) of the past. All women are wind-up whores while men sponge up dozens of bullets and survive 3-story falls but can’t bite the dust until the script declares it’s okay. (In Rodriguez and Miller’s trite, sluggishly-paced universe, sludge like this passes for self-reflexive satire.) Keep clear! With cunning stuntwork by Eva Green, Rosario Dawson, Juno Temple, and the easy on the eyes vacuity that is Jessica Alba. 2014.