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While some in my family and all of my friends insist that Ive already raised enough of a ruckus, I just cant keep quiet about The Spirit movie any longer. Having been subjected to the new trailer in theaters twice now, I really have to voice my concern: in the hands of uber-ego Frank Miller, Will Eisners groundbreaking and inspiring character has been rendered parody. This isnt a simple matter of artistic license or Hollywood insensitivity. This movie is shaping up to be nothing short of heresy.
Granted, I am judging this movie solely by the trailer and the two previous teasers that had already burned a hole in my gut. Perhaps its unfair to level criticism this early. But what are trailers for, anymore, but giving the audience a capsulated synopsis of an entire movie? Therefore, judging solely by the trailer, the movies title is an egregious ironythere is nothing about The Spirit movie to suggest that it has maintained the spirit of The Spirit.
Obviously, its no co-incidence that it took until the first full-length trailer for creator Will Eisners name to even be mentioned in connection with this Sin City-celebratory train wreck. I could easily see Will posthumously wanting his name removed from this movie.
Before any of you start shouting its just a movie, let me clear something up here: no, goddammit, its not. And before the comic fans and anti-comic fans start lining up on opposite sides of the battlefield, as they do before every comic-to-film adaptation is announced, allow me to go further. For readers growing up in the post-depression, pre- and post-WWII eras, The Spirit was a mainstay. An argument can be made that this weekly seven-page newspaper insert, the first of its kind, was among the first comic books to be considered art. The idea was brought to Eisner, who was already making money in the industry with his Eisner-Eiger company, by Everett M. Busy Arnold of Quality Comics with the idea of getting the newspaper industry into to the comics business. Eisner gave up his part of his successful company to do something that mattered to him. To Will, superheroes were already an old cliché. Superman and his immortal offspring and their superpowers meant little to him. When Arnold asked if Eisners creation could be a superhero, Eisners response was to draw a mask over his policeman character John Law and rename him Denny Colt aka The Spirit.
The outrageous origin: young detective Colt goes up against the villainous Dr. Cobra and while victorious, is placed into a state of suspended animation where he appears dead. Mourned and buried, Colt rises from the dead metaphorically and chooses to remain dead and become an avenging spirit, aiding police in the capture of criminals who would attack the city (New York and Central City are interchangeable in the series).
Aside from that bit of science fiction, The Spirit only rarely ventured into the realm of comic book cliché. He went up against a rogues gallery of bad guys and bad girls both mundane and outrageous. And his only superpower was, in Wills words, having a harder head than those who were hitting him. Over the course of many years, he was routinely shot, stabbed, blinded, beaten into a pulp, romanced, confounded, conned and dropped off of buildings. At least one famous story has the Spirit lying wounded and bleeding in an alley behind an urban tenement apartment, waiting for the urchins playing in the street to come find him. Often, he took no active role in a story, serving as little more than a narrator while we followed the exploits of a crook or, in the case of Gerhard Schnobble, a little nebbish who could fly and yearned to prove to the world that he was somebody.
The Spirit included a memorable and colorful cast of supporting characters. Most notorious was that of his sidekick and partner Ebony White (who Miller refers to as an ugly, best-forgotten stereotype of an earlier age), a cab driver and jazz musician (in the beginning) who, over time, evolved backwards somewhat into a younger school-age kid. Ebony was typical of the minstral caricatures of the time, with his Amos n Andy diction and large white lips. But he was never an object of ridicule for his race and was often the hero of the stories. The hew and cry over Ebony that developed in the 60s came not from African Americans, but from liberal guilty whites. Eisner has, on occasion, apologized for his depiction of Ebony, but there was little need.
Above all, The Spirit became zeitgeist because of Wills visual acrobatics and constant vigilance for experimentation in the manner of graphic storytelling. Birds eye views of the city buildings spelling out the strips title, an entire story told literally through the eyes of a killer, or told silently, depicted solely by images and sound effects. These were the innovations that Eisner brought to comics and every comic artist and writer working today owes a debt of gratitude, in one way or another, to Will Eisner.
Frank Miller, not only included and admittedly, but especially. Beyond his clumsy, sticky Mickey Spillane-slapdash scripting central to his Sin City series, you can see where Miller learned at the graphical feet of Eisner with his use of perspective and character introduction. But Miller never absorbed Eisners sense of humor, or wit, or grasp of character. Where those in Eisners world, even the bit players, are invariably well-rounded people, Millers are, invariably, two-dimensional beings that live solely in Millers head, unrecognizable (physically, emotionally, or pictorially) as real human beings. Eisners villains could be understood, even redeemed. Only the hulking, psychotic Marv of Millers The Hard Goodbye, has any perceivable depth. Take a minute; let that sink in.
And its this misanthropy of Millers that underlines my complete outrage at what hes doing to The Spirit. Denny Colt, Ellen, Dolanthey dont live in Sin City. They never went up against tattooed clowns with machine guns more at home in Schumachers Gotham than Central City. The Spirits arch-enemy, the shadowy and never-seen Octopus, was not a flashy, loud, flamboyant lunatic with heavy-artillery and eight of everything as portrayed by Samuel L. Jackson, who seems to be wearing the flayed skins of both Siegfried and Roy in this new trailer.
But, Mike, you *beep* movies always update the sources, to make them more accessible to the audience! Thats why Spider-Man has organic webshooters and Batman wears body armor. Thats why the Joker has facial scars and Electra was played by an actress not even remotely Greek. Stop being a comic nerd.
Trust me: I have no problem with updating. Miller wants to make The Spirit timeless by setting Central City down into his unmistakable Sin City chronological anachronistic setting, fine. Whatever. Have The Spirit answer a cell phone. Who cares?
But with so many over the yearsMiller includedconcerned that Hollywood would ruin Eisners creation (a fear held by Eisner himself, who had a disappointingbut thematically sincerebrush with the Sam J. Jones made-for-TV adaptation in the mid-80s), why would Miller allow his own ego to take control and stomp all over something that so many revere?
Denny Colt was not, ever, the brooding What am I? My city screams angsty, naval-gazing, self-righteous prick that Gabriel Macht seems to be playing. Where is that growling voice-over coming from? The Spirit, for over 50 years, was a highly-ethical boyscout, usually seen with a smile on his face and with both lipstick and bruises smeared across his kisser. He was the guy who swung into open windows to break up jewel heists and kidnappings. He didnt dive from rooftopsmore often than not, he was thrown off of them.
Ive heard the arguments: Audiences arent that familiar with the character any more. No one knows that more than I do. Ive been boring my circle of friends for months now, and few of them have any frame of reference for what I obviously hold so dear. But this is how you introduce the new to the classic?
Audiences need more glitz. More glamour! It needs to be bigger! Then do something else. Do a Sin City pastiche with a similar character. Alan Moore had no trouble reimagining The Spirit as Greyshirt. Do your own thing.
But its a recognizable property! Which invalidates argument number one, doesnt it? Why alienate the people who do recognize it when the people who dont will likely go anyway? Why?
Its Franks vision and we respect Franks vision. No. Its Will Eisners vision. This is Frank Millers ego and his sexual fantasies run through CGI processors.
Im gonna get personal here:
I know you took pages from specific issues to use as storyboards. Good for you. But you missed the whole point, Frank. People didnt love The Spirit just because of Wills art. They loved The Spirit because of its spirit.
Sez Miller in Entertainment Weekly: The character has a terrifying side to him. This is a man whos died and come back to life. No, Frank, he doesnt have a terrifying side to him. Hes a guy in a mask trying to make the world better. Not because hes driven to revenge and not because he has a God complex (that, apparently, would be you). Because he feels its the right thing to do. When did doing the right thing become something cliché and taboo? What is this need to put everything into a shadow or to make it ugly? Who hurt you, Frank? This is a scarier Spirit than youre used to. I dont want a scarier Spirit, Frank. Nobody else really does, either. Check that, the jittery Red Bull addicts who yearn for cool above all other things of substance, Im sure theyre on your side. But as soon as they discover real girls, youre going to lose allies.
And whats scarier than crime, Frank? Whats scarier than a gun shoved in your face? Someone invading your home, stealing your possessions, tryingsucceedingin killing or raping the people you love? Most of the criminals in The Spirit were just ordinary bad guys, some misdirected, some screwed over by poverty and societyonly the larger than life ones were actually evil. But, oh yeah, Hollywood kissed your ass when Sin City came out, so you had to make everything bigger, darker, louder. Problem is, Frank, Will had nuance to his work. Maybe his messages were a bit heavy-handedcrime doesnt pay, be nice to people, dont judgebut he was a product of his own times. (What times created you, though?) And Frank, you have no nuance. Youre stuck in adolescence. You see only big guns, big ****, big *****.
You want to make the Octopus into a maniacal carnival show? Well, youre the one who hired Samuel L. Jackson, what choice did you have in the portrayal? But Frank, Ill say it again, The Spirit does not live in Sin City. More people live in Central City than your trussed-up prostitutes and your Mike Hammer uber-males. The Spirit lived in Wills New York and he represented the spirit of the city. Half the time, New York was barely aware of The Spirits existence. You turned him into the citys protector. The innocent lemmings who live there cant exist without him. My city screams for me. Do you really, really believe thats the voice of Wills Spirit?
I can list more outragesare we supposed to believe that Denny Colt is the Crow now? That he has healing powers ala Wolverine, taking away the idea that any of us could be Denny Colt, should we don the mask and hat and embrace a strong moral code of right and wrong? You took away the everyman boy scout that was The Spirit, and yet you left out Ebony because he was too controversial? Did you really give The Spirit superpowers?
Frank, if the trailer is any indication, you spit on your own mentor and basically lied to him all these years. You werent his friend. You only cared about your own ego and took something that represents good and hopesomething we so desperately need right now more than another grumpy, shadowy, self-righteous narcissist vigilanteand threw him into your Sin City cesspool. (And please, dont get me wrong. I loved the Sin City movie, but for its visceral rush, not for its depth and its narrative or its single-minded characters.) Your ego kicked Will to the curb. And I have this deep, cynical hunch that this is all revenge for the way Will treated you and your fine Ronin in front of a room full of your fans at the Art Students League in New York, as dramatized in your blog of 4/29. He won most of the arguments, you write in that same blog. [he] won not each and every one of them, but most. And this seems to be your final word on the ones that he did.
Now, back to the rest of you:
Back issues of The Spirit are not that hard to find. The Kitchen Sink issues are easily had at comic book stores and they dont run that much. Try to avoid the new series, at least until youve had a chance to savor Wills original work. (At the absolute very least, go here to Wills own site and check out the samples there.) If you find it old or stale, fine. Well agree to disagree, but dont go into this movie blind. Dont go because you think it looks cool. Have some history to back up your decision to plunk down the money at the box office. I have no doubt that it will be dazzling and fantastic and thrilling. But my terror, based, again, on the trailer, is that it will not be The Spirit.
I desperately, desperately hope that Im misinterpreting what I keep seeing. That the Octopus and his machine guns are all a joke, made just for the trailer. That Macht doesnt actually say, in full Spirit regalia, Im going to kill you all kinds of dead! Im dying to be wrong. Im dying that Somebody get me a tieand it sure as hell had better be red! isnt the height of wit to be found in the dialogue. I hope and hope and hopelet me be wrong.
But if Im right, and the trailer is faithful to Millers vision and interpretationnot a rusty, dusty old monument to the work of my beloved Mentor sez Frank (in the blog of 5/30)of this fifty-year-plus body of work that stood for decency and the idea of a virtuous hero in a world that was basically good but took wrong turns on occasion, then I will do nothing short of standing on the rooftops and call for all comic and movie geeks alike to rise up, in a single body and slay Frank Miller.
Its apparently what his Spirit would do. And if Central City is Millers now, I see no high road to take.