The Spirit (Bogus)
It’s hard, with our reptile brains, to fully comprehend the degree of complete failure that is Frank Miller’s The Spirit. There is literally no level on which any component of this movie functions. It is like watching an artist descend slowly into madness, taking the poor, unsuspecting audience unwillingly along for the ride. By the time we reach the henchmen heads attached to severed feet, Samuel L. Jackson’s line “that’s damn weird,” doesn’t even begin to cover it.