Thursday, 9 June 2011

Film Review: Hobo With A Shotgun

Synopsis: Rutger Hauer. A shotgun. Blood, guts and pedophile Santas losing their brains, literally.

This is a filmed-in-technicolour bloody feast for the eyes. Colours are vibrant, full-on 70s b-movie trash. It looks in every way as though it was originally filmed for the drive-in theatre era, from the minimal credits to the shakey-zoomy amateur-style camerawork.

We follow the hobo (Rutger on fine vigilante form, despite his age) from the train's last stop, to find himself in helltown, where crime goes unpunished, the police are corrupt and the Drake runs the streets ("When life gives you razor blades... you make a baseball bat, covered in razor blades.") His sons, the larger than life goons, Slick and Ivan, aiming to prove they have what it takes to run the business. With the hobo meandering aimlessly with his trolley of worldly possessions, and dreams of lawnmowers and better times, it is not long until he is witness to the depravity crawling the streets, from public decapitations to other transients being paid to fight, to back-street clubs with torturing clientele. He has seen enough - it's time someone cleaned up the streets.

Cue the hobo and his shotgun. Cue mayhem, in a film devoid of a moral compass, with torched children and doctors mercilessly hung. It's pure fun for the desensitised discerning viewer, perhaps too much for those with a weak stomach - the kind of film Tarantino would've enjoyed growing up.
With over the top acting, crazy dialogue and jerky camerawork, this is not to be taken seriously, with violence for the sake of violence. Not for everyone. But if you like grindhouse cinema, you will enjoy this.

"I'm gonna sleep in your bloody carcass tonight."


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