The Spirit review: Shitfest Edition

The Spirit review: Shitfest Edition

Hello, and welcome to this special Shitfest Edition of The Spirit, a film I’ve already reviewed way back when. However, this version has a few extra graphics made on a computer screen which I did by moving a mouse around with my hand, and using my eyes to see what I was doing. I’ve also made a slight amendment to the sapphic liaison at the end of the review, with a bit of extra dialogue and stuff.

It’s my entry into Shitfest 2014: Winter, the third such festival of shit movies, organised by Isaac’s Picture Conclusions, and spanning an entire month. Feel free to head over there, and check out the other entries.

Described in various circles as the ‘Best Movie of the Year!’, this was no mean feat for The Spirit’s UK debut: it was unleashed onto an indifferent public on 1st January 2009.

Based on a Will Eisner comic strip which began life in the American Sunday newspapers, the Spirit is a cop turned masked vigilante. His goal, as with any superhero, is to fight crime. One slight difference though. He’s dead.

Of course, being dead never usually gets in the way in these sort of things. If anything, it’s something of a boon, as it makes him invincible. How can you kill that which is already dead? Nice idea, but it effectively robs the film of any tension. I’ve no idea how, or if, the comics got around this problem. In the film, bullets are a minor inconvenience, nothing that a quick trip to the hospital, and the soothing words of a saucy nurse can’t fix.

But it’s not just saucy nurses that have an eye for our lad, the Spirit. Running contrary to scientific studies of dead people, he’s a hit with all the chicks, villains and goodies, cops ‘n’ robbers. It seems no woman is safe from his special brand of smarm: a mere turn of the head, and a quip rich in Gorgonzola soon gets them frothing at the panties.


As much as he’d like to, the Spirit can’t spend all day wooing the ladies. He needs a stomping ground to fight baddies in. That stomping ground is Central City, and his opening voice over extols the virtues of this computerised townscape. By the end of the film, I was still a bit fuzzy on the details of what made it so great. Could be there was a nice sandwich shop near his house. Perhaps there was a book club in the local library, where he went every week, and shared his passion for the latest Dan Brown. Or maybe the local swimming pool did a special lunchtime discount for dead, ex-cop vigilantes.

The city is rendered in bold, cartoon colours, not dissimilar to Frank Miller’s own Sin City. That was a pretty good film, and I got the sense when watching The Spirit, that Miller was trying to recapture that magic, but with little success.

This is Miller on auto-pilot. The Spirit is badly paced, and filled with characters who, only on the surface, are larger than life. Samuel L. Jackson is hammier than a lorry full of ham, on a collision course with some sort of ham factory. The femme fatales pose, and preen in various states of dress, and undress, Scarlett Johansson and Eva Mendes reaching previously unheard of career lows.

Johansson’s one good moment is a prolonged shot of the warm, inviting space between her big knockers as she bends over a desk. Eva Mendes’ one good moment is a brief flash of her shapely bum. Miller seems more concerned with capturing every womanly curve in his lens at the expense of a good story, or decent action.


Yes, it’s fairly obvious the type of film Miller probably wanted to make with the above two hotties, and it probably would have been a lot better than the turgid crap that we ended up with.

I’m thinking of a hitch-hiking scenario. It’s 1am in the morning, and Scarlett Johansson is travelling a lonely road in the pouring rain. A car pulls up alongside. It’s Eva Mendes, and she says, “You poor thing, all alone out here! And look at you, you’re soaked! My secluded cottage is nearby, come back with me, and we’ll get you out of those wet things!”

I’m not sure what happens then, because I just fast forward to the good stuff in my brain where I see Scarlett and Eva, and lots of undressing, soft caresses, shared showers, towelling down, more showering, scented candles, baby oil, sheepskin rugs in front of roaring log fires, bean flicking, and much arching of backs.

To quote an altogether different movie, “I’d buy that for a dollar!”


  1. theipc says:

    LOVE IT and THANK YOU!!!!

  2. thycriticman says:

    Whoa at those highlights. Scarrlett is something else……

    But anyways, this looks like a prime example of interesting premise, but horrible execution!

  3. This is amazing, top work mate! And yeah, those highlights…

  4. Great graphics and post!

  5. ruth says:

    Great post! When I first saw the trailer and poster I thought it looked pretty cool, but glad I avoided this to this day. Ha..ha.. I can see why those were your highlights ;)

  6. Nostra says:

    So basically he should have prolonged those two highlights and made a movie with that…I know I’d watch that. As for this movie, I never did because of all the bad reviews it got.

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