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Apr 28, 2015ManMachine rated this title 1.5 out of 5 stars
Oh-me! Oh-my! Where-oh-where in the world do I begin to comment (level-headedly) on this... this... This spiritless superhero movie-drivel that comes from the absolute dregs of a Hollywood, comic-book "mess"-terpiece? Yes, indeed. The Spirit was a glaringly classic example of "all style over no substance" where one side of the scale was so over-weighted with 60 million dollars worth of style that any "thinking" viewer might feel compelled to scream out for something, anything that would make even half-sense out of this picture's exasperatingly demented story. Within The Spirit's cruel, callous and sadistic story, actor Samuel Jackson was an utter, over-the-top embarrassment as the all-evil "Octopus". (*Spoiler Alert!*) - And when Octopus and his equally wicked accomplice, Silken Floss, stepped out in full Nazi regalia, marching around in front of a 10 foot tall swastika, that, for me, was the last straw of sheer stupidity which lost this film some seriously significant points. Anyways - When it comes to being a director/writer of a film that I swear was being made up as they went along, I'm now completely convinced that Frank Miller is strictly bottom of the barrel.