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"If we don't get to see this movie, I'm killing some Galaxy employees with a bread knife," I declared as we hopped on infamous 7C and headed to Conestoga Mall.

I was taken aback when things went flawlessly. I guess maybe the third time really is the charm.

Sin City was amazing and disturbing. It truly earns its 18A rating, combining almost non-stop violence (even more than Kill Bill!) with a lot of tits and some really nifty cinematography. Sparing use of colour in an otherwise bleak & monochromatic world adds some zing. The whole thing is shot in a very film-noire style, with some conventions of old detective movies shining through (non-stop cigarette lighting, idle commentary on the weaknesses of 'dames'). For the record, all the women in Sin City were either hookers or man-eaters - sometimes both.

The plot meanders from child molesting to warrior-prostitutes to clergy cannibalism - dark as fuck, but in some rather unique ways. The story seemed a tad disjointed to me for the first third of the movie, but pulled itself together admirably by the end. Bruce Willis isn't really dead, you know. Don't worry.

As far as I can tell, the main difference between a 'graphic novel' and a 'comic book' is a plethora of dismembered body parts. Does your illustrated text happen to have a superhero? Chances are it's a comic book. Does it feature fountains of blood and vicious gunfights over a severed head? Graphic novel!

Anyways, the saga is at an end. Sin City has finally been seen, and I actually think I want to watch it again soon. As Chad and Jen and Hoodie and Diamond Jack Dow heard me gush multiple times last night, I have a thing for a particular half-asian samurai woman...

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