Image by Strandell via FlickrHere’s an excerpt from today’s Variety review of “The Spirit” movie by Justin Chang. Let’s keep reminding ourselves that this is Frank Miller’s Spirit, not Will Eisner’s. Any similarity is clearly coincidental, as we all feared:
There’s a lot going on here, but none of it sticks — not theshopworn plotting nor the arch, stilted dialogue. The actors often seemto be delivering their lines in ironic quote marks, suggesting astraight-faced sendup of noir and comicbook conventions that, whateverthe intended effect, falls mostly flat.
The Spirit himselfdoesn’t supply much of a rooting interest; Macht’s role is colorless inmore ways than one, and we see more of the actor’s nicely sculptedtorso than his face (most bigscreen heroes have the decency to take offtheir masks once in a while). Mendes and Lauria come off better,injecting their perfs with sizzle and bite, respectively.