Heaps of empty style and awkward exchanges are unleashed in The Spirit
, a colossal misstep from comic visionary Frank Miller, who imposes his stark Sin City
aesthetic upon his mentor Will Eisner's long-unappreciated creation. Painful in its presentation and content, this Lionsgate release crashes and falls at nearly every step of its torturous 100-minute time frame. Crummy when it should be comedic, and laborious when it tries to be literate, this is one of those book-to-screen adaptations that comic readers dread -- the moment that gives detractors a time to say, "See? We told you that the two mediums couldn't coexist." The fact that Miller is at the h...