Who is Frank Miller

Frank Miller (born January 27, 1957) is an American comic book writer, penciller and inker, novelist, screenwriter, film director, and producer known for his comic book stories and graphic novels such as his run on Daredevil and subsequent Daredevil: Born Again, The Dark Knight Returns, Batman: Year One, Sin City, and 300.

He also directed the film version of The Spirit, shared directing duties with Robert Rodriguez on Sin City and Sin City: A Dame to Kill For, and produced the film 300. His film Sin City earned a Palme d'Or nomination, and he has received every major comic book industry award. In 2015, Miller was inducted into the Will Eisner Award Hall of Fame.

He created the comic book character Elektra for Marvel Comics' Daredevil series.

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Worldwarwang: the adl (anti-defamation league of b'nai b'rith) was formed in 1913 in the wake of the lynching of jewish pencil factory boss leo frank, who was accused of raping and murdering mary phagan, a 13-year-old white girl. the adl blamed the black janitor for the murder.
Sevensixfive: his name is peter arnell and yes he is completely bonkers. he once got frank gehry hooked on eating a diet that consisted of nothing but fresh peeled oranges.
Syncronus: give me liberty by frank miller predicted everything from surgeon general medical dictatorship (fauci) to gay nazis in space (trans militant)
Erics66: when i was a kid (70s-80s) batman being referred to as “the masked manhunter” was not uncommon. “the dark knight” only took hold after frank miller’s dkr. before that, he was sometimes called “the darknight detective”.
Professor_abee: side walk by frank miller
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Melville And Coghill - The Place Of The Little Hand
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DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.

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