Well reviews are starting to pop up for The Spirit. For once, I hate being right.
Variety - Frank Miller's solo writing-directing debut plunges into a watery grave early on and spends roughly the next 100 minutes gasping for air. Pushing well past the point of self-parody, Miller has done Will Eisner's pioneering comicstrip no favors by drenching it in the same self-consciously neo-noir monochrome put to much more compelling use in "Sin City."
And The Hollywood Reporter - If we didn't realize this before, it's now clear: Movies must obey the immutable laws of cinema and cannot unfold like so many moving panels. For all its bold digital drawings, a comic-book movie must observe the narrative rhythms, scene construction, character development and dialogue delivery that cinema has honed for more than a century. "Spirit" does none of this, and it is truly a mess.
Goddammit, Frank Miller, you fuckhead! Remarkably, Miller already has his next directing project lined up. We got any Buck Rogers fans here? I hope not, because he's preparing to Sin City that one up too.