To Paraphrase Charles Dickens…
It was the best of comics. It was the worst of films.
The Spirit Movie: A Tale of Two Storytellers
Early in The Spirit, there’s a no-holds-barred, over-the-top slug fest between the Spirit and his long time nemesis, the Octopus. As they pound on each other with toilets and ridiculously oversized wrenches, it’s impossible not to notice that the orangish industrial sludge they are covered with looks disturbingly like some kind of excrement. Sadly, this would be entirely appropriate, since the one thing Frank Miller’s film succeeds in doing is taking a giant dump on Will Eisner’s creation.

But here’s the surprising thing: Will Eisner and Frank Miller were good friends, and there’s no doubt Miller had nothing but the best intentions when he made The Spirit movie. That said, he seems to have little or no faith in the original comic. The humor, humanity, fun, and sheer joy of visual storytelling have all been stripped away. Miller, in a desperate attempt to give The Spirit a kind of “edge cred,” has retrofitted the comic with an ill-fitting contemporary “attitude,” pumped it up with exaggerated, over-the-top action, and injected it with a terminal dose of “irony” steroids.
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