Graphic novelist Frank Miller throws away all the points he gained for Sin City and 300 by trying to direct, resulting in this joyless, emotion-free extreme example of style over substance. The reborn title ex-cop, played with stunning blandness by Gabriel Macht, does endless battle for a loveless city with the villainous Octopus, played by a joyously overacting Samuel L. Jackson. Endless because they’re both immortal or something, so what’s the point? Plenty of tits & abs (also Scarlett Johansson and Eva Mendes), but no direction, momentum or rhythm. Or discernable plot, for that matter.
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