Oldboy and Sin City: Mutilation With and Without Redemption
Published April 27, 2005
Frank Miller and Robert Rodriguez's Sin City
Sin City, adapted from Frank Miller's graphic "novels" and directed by Miller and Robert Rodriguez, is as brutal as Oldboy but more bearable, in no small part because its flat, stylized action is conveyed in flat, stylized imagery. Shot in black-and-white with pointedly artificial use of garish color, the movie poses the characters on airless sets that at times collapse to the two-dimensional backgrounds of comic panels. Some of the effects, such as streaking rain, are evidently animated; the copious blood is usually white and thick as acrylic paint. Sin City thus looks more like a comic book than any other movie adapted from one. (It's the look Warren Beatty went for in Dick Tracy taken to an extreme.) It derives an enormous amount of energy from this obvious aesthetic program, which helps push the extreme violence comically beyond the pale, but the moviemakers think that "overdone" is more entertaining than it turns out to be.
Overdone can get monotonous, and in that respect Sin City is even worse than Oldboy. Whereas there's some challenge in tying together the implications of the narrative in Oldboy, Sin City is simply an attempt to condense every tough-guy movie, comic book, and dime-store novel into one thrill ride of a movie: the characters, action, language, and images are so hardboiled they bounce. Miller and Rodriguez seem to be having fun without grasping how limited an experience they're offering, even accepting the hardboiled cartoon idiom. Sin City takes place entirely in a straight teenaged boy's id-world in which there are really only two sins: sex and violence, to the extent they can be distinguished from each other. They're both presented in an immediately digestible way you don't have to feel guilty about; the movie is a "feat" of advanced civilization, moral and aesthetic junk food without calories.
Even if that's what you go for, on its own terms Sin City is highly repetitious. In the opening Josh Hartnett seduces and kills a woman on a romantic balcony. Then in the first sequence Bruce Willis saves a girl from a butchering sex fiend. In the next sequence Mickey Rourke gets revenge on a cannibalistic sex fiend. Then Clive Owen rescues a woman from her vicious boyfriend only to trigger open warfare between gangsters and hookers. Then Bruce Willis returns and saves the same girl from the same butchering sex fiend as in the first sequence. And finally Josh Hartnett comes back and repeats his opening act. Willis, Rourke, and Owen as the gallant knights are not conventional good guys, however. Willis intentionally shoots his bad guy in the crotch; Rourke enjoys torturing his psycho and the thugs who protect him; Owen is a killer in disguise. They're still the knights of chivalric romance, it's just that the violence has bled over from the bad guys to the good guys with the result that there are pretty much only two kinds of men in the movie: sociopaths who harm women and sociopaths who protect them.
- Oldboy and Sin City: Mutilation With and Without Redemption
- Published: April 27, 2005
- Type: Review
- Section: Video
- Filed Under: Books: Comics and Graphic Novels, Video: Action, Video: Art House, Video: Drama, Video: Foreign Language, Video: Suspense and Mystery
- Writer: Alan Dale
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The last few paragraphs above are portions of my review of Oldboy on my blog.
Excellent reviews.
Not only is it nice to find an article in the video section about something other than American Idol(!), but it's a pleasure to read one that looks into a film. [Although I don't agree with your assessment of 'Oldboy'] the obeservation about Oh Dae-su and the angel gift for his daughter was something I hadn't noticed, but is quite interesting.
It's also fun to look at 'Oldboy' as a tragedy [if you see it more than once]. A tragedy like 'Oedipus the King' maybe...
Thanks for writing:
1. As for the look of Sin City, I know it's "the whole point"; that's why I mentioned it in the first paragraph. My comments there are purely descriptive. If you want to find out why the movie disappointed me, look for the word "repetitious."
2. If Sin City is a panel-for-panel rendition of the comic books--that is, if the books and the movie are functional equivalents--why would I need to read the books in order to critique the movie? The opposite inference--"If you've seen one you've seen the other"--is more logical.
3. "You must be someone who enjoys watching 'movies' like Are We There Yet? and Hitch": One of the curses of commentary on the web, as of discourse in general nowadays, is the prevalence of ad hominem attacks like this one. In the first place your comment is plainly inaccurate as applied to me, but even if it were accurate, I could like those movies and still put forth valid criticism of Oldboy. My ideas about Oldboy stand or fall on their merits, not by association.
4. I almost mentioned Kafka in my review, though I think that The Trial would be the closest "match" for Oldboy. The connection: Kafka's stories are darkened by the inscrutable ill-will of whatever force we live in the grips of; he pushes his fantastic plots in the direction of horrific alienation and deadpan comedy by the same strokes. What you say about Kafka--"Like Kafka did with The Metamorphosis, Park skips interim fluff between important sequences and nearly always just cuts to the chase"--is hardly what distinguishes Kafka among writers, even if it is true. Oldboy reminded me of Kafka b/c Oh Dae-su is punished without being told why. What you write--"Park uses his Kafka-esque plotting to keep us on the edge of our seats"--doesn't get at what Park adds to the Kafkaesque alienation, that is, the action-picture suspense and descents into shocking violence. To my mind that's how he keeps us on the edge of our seats, b/c we know there must be worse ahead. And Park isn't anywhere near as funny as Kafka.
5. Actually, I think my comments about Oldboy are pretty respectful ("fascinating combination of impersonality and obsession"), especially considering I almost walked out three times. I can't get a lot of the actions and imagery out of my head, either. But a lot of stuff gets caught up there; I just don't think that alone qualifies Park's movie, or any movie, for the Pantheon.
To Quack Corleone:
Thanks for writing. I think you could make a convincing case for Oldboy as tragedy, speaking technically. The problem for me is that Oldboy lacks some dimension that would give meaning to tragedy, just as it lacks the lift of the greatest quest romances. Park seems way more invested in the instant gratification of action movie conventions than in any grander purpose.












"Sin City thus looks more like a comic book than any other movie adapted from one."
THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT. The movie is a panel for panel rendition of 3 of the Sin City graphic NOVELS. Read the novels before you trash the film, since the film is nothing more than the comic book LITERALLY put onto the big screen. Thus any gripe you have with the film, you have with the graphic NOVEL.
As for Oldboy, I think you are being much too harsh on it. You must be someone who enjoys watching "movies" like Are We There Yet? and Hitch.
You'll first notice Director Chan-wook Park's take on Kafka's material.
Like Kafka did with The Metamorphosis, Park skips interim fluff between
important sequences and nearly always just cuts to the chase. Rarely
are we faced with a scene that doesn't contain an essential
revelation or storyline twist. Each scene is essential in constructing
Park's maze-like screenplay and does so with a pace that's
unrelenting in its speed. Also, Park loves to confuse reality with
dream in Oldboy. Again relating the film to Kafka's novella, Park
never really discerns between fact and fiction. Many times we're
presented with a scene that seems strictly dream-like (a woman on a
train inhabited only by a giant ant), only to have the film carry on in
the very reality we previously realized only as imagination. And he
never lets us settle with characters we believe to be human. For
instance, because Dae-Su's only linguistic interaction for the last
fifteen years was with his television, most of his words in the real
world come straight from the "truths" he heard from the TV. And
many of the characters, despite making human mistakes, take vengeance
in the most inhuman of ways. Dae-Su's weapon of choice is a hammer
for pete's sake!
But much of Oldboy's power comes from its incredible honesty. Park
uses his Kafka-esque plotting to keep us on the edge of our seats, even
in the most inhumane of moments. His violence is brutal, his sex is
real, and most of all, his taste for revenge is simply palpable. He
grips our psyche to mold us to his film's will, drawing us deeper
into its convoluted reality and spitting us out when he's all
through. It's a twisted, cathartic experience that I absorbed for
days afterward. It works on all angles of our cerebral organ, evoking
emotions and images that I will not soon forget.