This is not to say there is not some fun to be had amid the overheated twists and turns. Rodriguez and Miller trade in disreputable teenage kicks and they lay the style on with a trowel. The film is also played with the requisite gusto by Josh Brolin as a hapless private eye and Eva Green as his raven-haired femme fatale. I’m tempted to view Green’s character as the perfect embodiment of the directors’ cock-eyed sexual politics, in that she is a beautiful witch, at once arousing and deadly. Time and again, Rodriguez and Miller invite us to ogle her and then detest her, ogle her and then repent. The effect is akin to being led around a red-light district by a conflicted Pentecostal preacher. He’s pointing out the sights and bellowing damnation in your ear.
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