My City Screams!

You know, I'm kinda pissed off at Frank Miller for his upcoming adaptation of Will Eisner's The Spirit, which is apparently going to be Sin City 2 ("The city is my mother. The city is my lover." *GAG*). He seems to have missed the part where Eisner wrote the Spirit as an easygoing, compassionate protagonist in tongue-in-cheek life-affirming stories, and has instead opted to write him as a cheap knockoff of a version of Batman that hasn't been seen in 15 to 20 years.

I just really, really hate Frank Miller. He's such a disgusting conglomerate of every negative stereotype of masculinity there is. The Dark Knight Returns was a great book, I admit, but everything since then -- Sin City, 300, All-Star Batman & Robin The Goddamn Batman -- has been a festering mass of gratuitous sex, violence, and pandering to braindead fratboys who think being a man means acting like a fucking ape.

Oh, and whores. Can't forget the whores.

Gawd, Frank... just... just stop being such a damn parody of yourself, already...