It didn't make sense. How did a run down geek like me get assigned to review a high class flick like Sin City?
Take it easy. Be smart. Think it through. Who could have set me up?
No time for that now. The smell of stale popcorn and carpet disinfectant told me I was in the right place. Black and white images flicked across the screen: burned out cops, hookers with guns, corrupt senators, blood, guts, dismembered corpses, ravening wolves and exploding severed heads.
In other words, just another Friday night. Four stars. Jason Bob sez: you ain't got the GUTS to check it out.