Sin City: Booze, Broads, & Bullets by Frank Miller.
Title: Sin City: Booze, Broads, & Bullets.
Author/Artist: Frank Miller.
Genre: Graphic novel, fiction, crime.
Country: U.S.
Language: English.
Publication Date: 1994-2005 (this collection 2005).
Summary: A collection of 11 short stories in the Sin City universe. In Just Another Saturday Night (1997), on the night that John Hartigan meets back up with Nancy, Marv has a hazy-memoried and violent adventure of his own. In Fat Man and Little Boy (1996), the two wordy, non-too-bright assassins, have an argument on the job that has an explosive conclusion. In The Customer is Always Right (1994), two unnamed characters, The Customer and The Client, meet on a rooftop for a passionate, but very brief and tragic rendezvous. In Silent Night (1995), a story with almost no dialogue, Marv goes on a brutal mission to save an innocent girl. And Behind Door Number Three? (1994), the Old Town laws go into effect as Gail and Wendy track down a serial killer targeting working girls. In Blue Eyes (1996), as Jim, scared of the certainty he's being pursued by a hit-man, runs into an old flame, he finds out too late the woman he wants to protect has a new job. In Rats (1996), a sadistic and deranged Nazi war-criminal has a run in with a man known as 'The Janitor.' In Daddy's Little Girl (2005), a middle-aged, timid man named Johnny has to kill his girlfriend's father in order to be with her, but he's a part of a grander scheme. In Wrong Turn (1997), a man picks up an unconscious woman on the side of the road, but the woman is Delia and the man is a mistake. In Wrong Track (1997), a continuation of the previous story, Delia tracks down the man she was looking for on a train. In The Babe Wore Red (1994), as Marv sits on death-row, Dwight seeks revenge for the murder of his friend Fargo, and meets a mysterious, stunning lady in red.
My rating: 8/10.
My review:
♥ She shivers in the wind, like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
...The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away.
I tell her I love her.
The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never known what she was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
~~The Customer is Always Right.
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~~Silent Night.
♥ "Just call the cops! I'll confess--"
"Cops. What a rube."
"Cops don't come to Old Town. Not to do their jobs, anyway. We girls do our own policing. But we're fair about it. Just like it says in the Bible. An eye for an eye. Miho! We're ready for you!"
~~And Behind Door Number Three?
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~~Wrong Turn.
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♥ What is it about some women? The one-in-a-million kind, who make your head go light and your mouth go dry and your heart climb up your throat? It's not just their looks. It's something else--something you can feel from across the room.
Whatever it is, this babe has it in spades.
Be careful, the smart part of me says. Be damn careful. Remember that old enemy. How she smiled and told you that sex always makes you stupid.
She was right.
Be careful.
~~The Babe Wore Red.
