Though I’m sure I’ll be making some fans angry by saying this, The Spirit could have been a decent film—had it included simple concepts such as emotion, dialogue, that sort of thing. Instead, it simply rang of annoyances rather than style.
Rather than a moody, affecting crime drama, what viewers experience is a series of long, repetitive scenes featuring a hero who isn’t very heroic. For a mask-wearing casa nova, The Spirit himself seems much more a doofy klutz than sexual sleuth. Instead of witty, hard-edged dialogue what comes out of his mouth is forced generic gumshoe drivel, and though we’re told that the ladies fawn over his red-tie wearing bod, we’re pretty much left wondering why. Read more