And worse, Leone, how many words did I just fling to the wind right now, and all on account of your cinematic spunk? Roughly too fucking many, that's how many.

What it all means is that Robert Rodriguez's Frank Miller's Sin City is very, very similar in many ways to Once Upon A Time In America, except without the truly deplorable misogyny.

Sin City is also a male fantasy torn fresh out the id and flung into a classic genre (in this case Film Noir). It has men who are like what men used to be like in the films watched by men who weren't much different to nowadays, most likely. It has women, but whilst they inspire 90% of the action, fuck knows who they really are, since they don't get more than is absolutely necessary with regards The Screentime.

The men all yack plenty about them, but who can trust these maniacal fiends? Look at him, ten minutes ago he was cutting off Frodo's arms, now he wants us to believe him when he says "She was an angel." I'd sooner heed the character witness of a man dead since 1897 than listen to you.

What Sin City is all about, is all about men. It's a flick about men and what they want to be in the same way Fight Club is a flick about men and what they want to be. It's arguable that Marla Singer is responsible for every punch thrown in the flick about Brad Pitt gets all bloody, but how often do you see her? Nowhere near enough, is how much, and when you do, you probably pause it for five, six minutes.

The women in Sin City are nothing but the women the men in Sin City would like to assume all women to be. Virgins or Whores, just like in the film noir classics Miller chewed on in the first place for visual inspiration.

I was talking about this to a male escort just happened to be waiting around on the street outside the screening den. Who the fuck knows what he was doing there, under that streetlight, masturbating over a golf club, but when he was finished, I knew the only thing to do was to discuss film noir and Sin City with this adorable character.

"The reviews been saying it owes a lot to film noir", he said, and then he did some shit with a handkerchief that I ain't ever gonna forget.

I couldn't help but agree with these "reviews" this fella referred to, it does owe a lot to film noir, but not as much as maybe you might've thought back in the day, back when you were fresh out the cinema and had yet to be dodging rent-boy gunk clinging to the kerb.