With the brilliance of 2005's Sin City still fresh in my mind, I entered The Spirit full of hope for a new Miller franchise... Unfortunately, The Spirit did not deliver.
Flitting between serious and slapstick, it fails to pick a line and stick to it. A never ending line up of pouting starlets in skimpy outfits fill most of the cast list, yet fail to offer any real story, empathy or emotion. The ridiculous army of clones bred by the city's resident bad boy is frankly laughable, and if you are going to hire an actor to mirror in a scene hundreds of times over, you might want to check he can act first.
The only up side to The Spirit has to be Samuel L Jackson's turn as the deluded, self loving Octopus. The Nazi scene is pure comedy, although I'm not convinced it is intentional...
In short, this latest self indulgent Miller instalment will leave one overwhelming question - what exactly is the point??
4/10