Man oh man. I couldn't watch this without being reduced to helpless laughter. All of Miller's sexual obsessions on blatant display...and then we see Samuel L. Jackson dressed up like a real snickerdoodle of a big bad.
There's not an iota of Will Eisner in this film, is there? Not one atom. I'm not surprised.
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