At the risk of angering a lot of people I'm going to stick my neck out and say I Hate Sin City! I think it's misogynist crap peopled with two dimensional characters and bad hokey dialog. It's Micky Spillane in comic book form. Graphically intense, with an undeniable beauty to its rendering of violence, but that's its only redeeming value. Pretty pictures are not enough for me if to enjoy the reading experience.
This is what Sin City should be; hard boiled characters (some good, some not) with complex motivations, whose lives spin out of control when exposed to the violence and indifference of the mean streets of the big city.
If Frank Miller has become the Micky Spillane of comics, then Ed Brubaker is the heir apparent of Dashiell Hammett. Dashiell Hammett Complete Novels: Red Harvest, The Dain Curse, The Maltese Falcon, The Glass Key, and The Thin Man (Library of America #110)
Superficially, the Criminal series bear some similarities to Sin City, in that a tapestry is being woven which is inter connecting all of the graphic novels. Each one is its own individual story, but if you read them all, you'll find a supporting character in one story may take a more active role in another. Some times characters will bump in to each other on the way to the center stage of their own dramas. This device isn't utilized to the extant that Miller does, but it happens.
The Sinners stars Tracy Lawless who previously starred in the graphic novel Criminal Vol. 2: Lawless. In that story he went a.w.o.l. in order to find the killer of his little brother. Raised in a broken home by a criminal father, his little brother tried to follow his dad's footsteps in a misguided attempt to earn his love and approval, while Tracy went his own way enlisting in the military.
But violence begets violence, and here we find him still a.w.o.l. working off some imaginary dept to a dead brother, until his sense of honor is satisfied. And so the son becomes the father, as his moral compass gets more and more compromised, and his surety and sense of purpose increasingly muddled.
He's become "the worst hitman in the world". The kind that will only pull the trigger if he feels the person truly deserves it, and his employer is losing patience. But he's given one last chance to work off his debt, and is charged with finding out who's killing "made men" around town. But he's no gumshoe, and is in over his head, and the choices he's made over the past year will as likely get him killed from his prey as from his employer. But none of that matters, if in his mind, he can get square.
Tracy is a character more comfortable in a field of battle than in the morally ambiguous streets of the big city, where decisions and choices have far wider implications, and consequences may not be felt 'till much further down the road.
Which is why it's good to read both graphic novels. Yes, they each stand alone, but as a pair you get to chart the character's arc, and make no mistake, all of the graphic novels form a piece of a whole. What Ed Brubaker is doing here is writing one grand novel with an ensemble cast where the city is as much a character as the people in it.
The art by Sean Phillips is wonderful. There is a gritty, textured quality to his art somewhat reminiscent of Dave Mazzucchelli's in Batman: Year One and Daredevil: Born Again (the last good thing Frank Miller ever wrote along with Ronin and Darknight Returns).
The colors by Val Staples, in which he'll wash entire pages in reds, blues, violets, etc. burnish the page with an emotional texture that enhances both story and art.
If this were a movie, it would have been directed by Roman Polanski, written by Robert Towne, starred Robert Mitchum, and the cinematography would have been by Sven Nykvist. (check this little gem out for a 1970's noir entry worthy of appreciation The Yakuza)
If you like crime comics, if you like hard boiled fiction, if you like film noir, give this a chance. You won't be disappointed!