The Spirit is a boring movie, because it does most of the storytelling via dialogue. That's amazing considering the stylistics that Frank Miller, the director, infused on the screen. He's trying to recapture his Sin City with a dash of 300. Of course The Spirit isn't his comic, but the eponymous Eisner award nominee, Will Eisnter. Did Miller do well in doing the story in his style? No.

It is a fascinating movie in the worst way. How did they blow this one?

First, I could care less about The Spirit. The 30s isn't a time that is intriguing at the moment especially in these dull economic times, but a superhero ain't even better. Second, once again with the stilted dialogue. I read it on the page, it sounds much better in my head, and it's not as lame as it is being said on screen. Third, who the hell is The Spirit? Gabriel Macht? I don't even know how to spell his name. For all I know he could be the dude who played the rocketeer. Finally, too much CG green screen. Sadly, it don't look cool anymore.

One thing about the movie though, it's got an all star cast (the spirit aside). ScarJo, bad mofo, that latin girl, all couldn't spark anything with their star power. ScarJo in glasses though and as a Nazi.

Don't watch this ever.

2 of 5 stars.

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