Why I'm getting the DVD

My student Jo (who's home from Boston where she's attending university, yay) called Sin City "an ogler's delight." Ever since I saw that phrase in her YM status message, it stuck in my head, and it kept on popping up as I watched the movie tonight. She was right-- it is a visually delicious movie, and your eyes just devour what's on the screen, whether it's haunting or titillating, disturbing or thrilling, disgusting or dazzling. Frank Miller took his graphic novel and (pardon the cliche) brought it to life, with the help of directing mavericks Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. It was like watching a comic book being flipped insanely fast that the characters were transformed into moving figures on the page. And thanks to the most star-studded cast in recent memory, the citizens of Sin City-- in all their bloody, brutal, beautiful black-and-white glory-- truly became human, in all senses of the word.

However, my viewing pleasure was dampened because some freakin' dumbass censor cut more than a handful of scenes (presumably "offensive" scenes, i.e. the good stuff). You simply cannot delete scenes from a movie like this!! I mean, come on, who's actually listening to the absurd dialogue? I paid over a hundred bucks to see, really see, this movie. I'm guessing the bonehead butchers did so in order to give the movie an R-13 rating, which would allow a wider audience to watch the movie, thereby letting the film distributors rake in more at the box office (third key concept of media in action, niiice). Capitalism murders art once more, conveniently and sanctimoniously disguised as moral righteousness. As far as I'm concerned, that's the real sin here.

P.S. I'm liking Clive Owen more and more. I always dig these intense brooding thespian types. And it helps that he's hot.