Metacritic reviews

The visually stunning Sin City has grit to spare and a thrilling undercurrent of morality.

Sin City is brazenly, thrillingly alive.

The most visually inventive comic book adaptation to make its way to a movie screen.

For geeks, action freaks and sensation-seeking teenage boys of all ages, the price of admission will provide a one-way ticket to hard-boiled heaven.

It's gory stuff, but it's also a visually arresting blitzkrieg with action so bare-knuckled you'll leave the theater spitting out teeth.

Sin City draws on the cumulative history of both mediums, creating a pastiche that would have been technologically impossible even three years ago. Its creators invent a queasily intoxicating new world.

Rodriguez clearly assumes Sin City to be his "Pulp Fiction," his rambling portmanteau--a blending of disparate tales to form a complete, overwhelming epic.

Glued tightly from page to screen, Sin City is so seduced by the visual possibilities of sin that style becomes its own vice.

Eye-popping yet ultimately thin and shallow as a page in a graphic novel.

Sin City lacks the human interest, not to be confused with humanism, that "Pulp Fiction" had in abundance. As if to underscore the fact, Tarantino guest-directed a scene. It's readily recognizable as the only one in which the dialogue has the slightest conviction.