The movies kill Frank Miller. No really. Every time his scrawny frame turns up on the big screen, it winds up on a slab, whether it’s undergoing an unorthodox tracheotomy in Daredevil or giving a fatal confession in Sin City.

Behind the lens, the superstar comic book creator has breathed life into the multiplex, with huge flicks out this year, even as his lofty place in the comic book world – an industry whose horizons he exploded with his seminal ‘80s work – has fallen into disrepute. But there’s a reason that Hollywood now bleeds ink – with comic book movies now regularly among the years biggest grossers – and the rat-faced guy with the goddamn cranky politics is a big part of that.

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