I'm usually crazy, but today is worse than usual. Woken up early by my wife who could not start her car. I get up and the car starts almost the second I turn the key. Wife goes to work, but I can't go back to sleep. Even worse, my mind feels like it is split in two pieces. One half stuck in the real world and the other in the land of Morpheus. I can't focus on my work. What am I going to do? I am going to watch Frank Miller's The Spirit. And blog about each major scene. Just in case you are bored with my whining, I'll add some juicy Eva Mendes pictures to keep you awake, too.

Notice that I don't call it Will Eisner's The Spirit, like it says on this poster. I already know that would be an insult to Will Eisner. I started reading the Spirit in the 1970s and loved Eisner's unique vision. No, this movie is not his Spirit, it's Frank Miller's.
The opening scenes give me a ray of hope. The Spirit's home in Wildwood Cemetery, from that oval window to the sign on the gate in front, looks just like Will Eisner's drawings. I admire the photography, where the many elements are in black and white with color splashes here and there. I first read the Spirit in the Warren black and white magazines.
Lorelei, the Angel of Death? Never in the Spirit comics that I remeber. But I can't keep saying that during the whole movie.
The Spirit moves around the city just like Daredevil during Miller's time--by running on electrical wires and on rooftops, jumping down from five stories like it is nothing. FM's Spirit seems like a mash up between Batman (with narration like my-city-bleeds), Daredevil (movement), Wolverine (with his healing ability), and Archie Andrews with his gee whiz attitude. With Eisner's version, I always pictured the Spirit as more of an ultra hip 50s dude, like Cary Grant.
I knew Frank Miller had a huge ego from reading various interviews. I knew Frank Miller was self-indulgent from All Star Batman and Robin. But I never thought he would actually act in this movie! He's Liebowitz the cop. Man, that vein on Frank Miller's forehead really bulges.

Eva Mendes come out of the water, photographed like she's a Revlon commercial. She looks perfect after she emerges. Nice cleavage and butt baring wet suit. Sand Saref? No, always pictured a young Kathleen Turner type.

Sand can apparently breath underwater and also retain her makeup. Mendes was obviously never in the water. On the extras, she admits that she cannot swim at all and was terrified when she read the script. No problem, Miller made It entirely green screen, like the entire movie.