Sin City: A Dame to Kill For opened in eighth place with just $6.32 million. That’s down a stunning 78 percent from the original Sin City‘s debut. Excluding his first movie, El Mariachi, this is the third-lowest debut of director Robert Rodriguez‘s career (Machete Kills and Shorts were worse).
During the nine-year gap between the first and second Sin City, a few key things happened. First, the comic book aesthetic that made Sin City so unique has been cribbed by many other movies; ironically, some of the most obvious imitators are fellow Frank Miller projects 300 and The Spirit. What was once a fresh approach now has a “been there, done that” feel to it.
Adding to this is the fact that director Robert Rodriguez’s brand has taken a bit of a hit in recent years. Specifically, Rodriguez has had a tough time selling sequels: Spy Kids: All the Time in the World was off 66 percent from its predecessor, while Machete Kills was down 70 percent.
I can only speak for myself. I loved the original movie, even bought the two-disk special edition. Then Robert Rodriguez stepped on his dick. The plot, marketing and braggadocio of Machete was frankly anti-American. All the Americans were evil and venal. The goal of taking the southwest back for the brown-skinned good guys was trumpeted. So Robert Rodriguez went on the list of assholes along with Sean Penn and other scumbags that I do not put down any money on their work. Not a dime. It’s getting to the point that there is a increasingly short list of directors, actors or actresses and studios that I will go see.
I think I need to order Turner Classic Movies (if it’s available streaming).
I don’t know why everybody else passed it up, but that is my reason.