The Dame that Kills
I was watching Sin City: A Dame to Kill For (2014) again the other night, and I think Eva Green's story within the film alone warrants a re-evaluation from those willing to put aside a massively harsh critical campaign against it. It flopped during the summer (I just feel the film needed a clear marketing campaign outside the summer season...perhaps, September or February.) it was released. Many would read this and consider it horseshit drivel. I just don't care. I like the damn movie. Like it. 7.5 out 10 like it. But whatever.
Eva. I just love whispering her name and delighting in her image as it forms from a puff of cigarette smoke in my mind. What a fantasy to have, right? The film is totally convincing to me when it asks that I accept Eva would cause men all around her to gravel, tear apart inside, keep coming back time and again despite betrayal after betrayal, kill their own partner and then turn a gun on himself, kill and kill for her, and risk life and limb for her. When she first appears, my breath was taken. I was in awe. It isn't that she's just sexy. God, she is. My God, how sexy. It isn't nakedness. Any nice looking woman can emerge without clothes. It is about the woman. The way Eva moves. The way Eva talks. The way Eva captures your attention with her voice, so silky smooth and sultry, leaving us so smitten. I think she does that in waves. These waves are tidal, too. Like when she lays on a bed naked, so noirish and femme fatale. God, we know she's bad news. Josh Brolin's Dwight McCarthy knows all too well she's bad news. He gets by photographing philandering folks (such as Ray Liotta who was about to kill sexpot Juno Temple (another topic I can't wait to get to eventually) to save himself from divorce and scrutiny) and thinking about Ava Lord. Ava is there, a hanging thread that hasn't escaped his attention. What a hanging thread, though, right?
Brass tacks. Eva is the image I conjure immediately when I think of this movie. I will conjure that image times aplenty, too. She wants her husband dead. Her husband hasn't done anything towards her except provide an affluent existence. Sure she drums up the abuse angle in order to get Dwight to bump him off. She has the body and the talk that Dwight falls for. He's a patsy...but wouldn't most of us be? That is what makes her grab you by the rise in your pants and follow her wherever she moves on screen.
So please tell me, doesn't have re-evaluation value? Okay, so its rhetorical...
Eva. I just love whispering her name and delighting in her image as it forms from a puff of cigarette smoke in my mind. What a fantasy to have, right? The film is totally convincing to me when it asks that I accept Eva would cause men all around her to gravel, tear apart inside, keep coming back time and again despite betrayal after betrayal, kill their own partner and then turn a gun on himself, kill and kill for her, and risk life and limb for her. When she first appears, my breath was taken. I was in awe. It isn't that she's just sexy. God, she is. My God, how sexy. It isn't nakedness. Any nice looking woman can emerge without clothes. It is about the woman. The way Eva moves. The way Eva talks. The way Eva captures your attention with her voice, so silky smooth and sultry, leaving us so smitten. I think she does that in waves. These waves are tidal, too. Like when she lays on a bed naked, so noirish and femme fatale. God, we know she's bad news. Josh Brolin's Dwight McCarthy knows all too well she's bad news. He gets by photographing philandering folks (such as Ray Liotta who was about to kill sexpot Juno Temple (another topic I can't wait to get to eventually) to save himself from divorce and scrutiny) and thinking about Ava Lord. Ava is there, a hanging thread that hasn't escaped his attention. What a hanging thread, though, right?
Brass tacks. Eva is the image I conjure immediately when I think of this movie. I will conjure that image times aplenty, too. She wants her husband dead. Her husband hasn't done anything towards her except provide an affluent existence. Sure she drums up the abuse angle in order to get Dwight to bump him off. She has the body and the talk that Dwight falls for. He's a patsy...but wouldn't most of us be? That is what makes her grab you by the rise in your pants and follow her wherever she moves on screen.
So please tell me, doesn't have re-evaluation value? Okay, so its rhetorical...
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