The title, which sounds like a prop list, should have clued me in that this effort would be about as original and inspired as butter on toast -- an infinitely shallow and stupid Tarantino pastiche cobbling together every trite and overdone Hollywood cliché of the last 20 years. I ejected it after about 30 minutes.
The opening sequence is enough to tell you how bad this will get -- an Elvis impersonator (God, not again!) sitting at an isolated bus stop in... the American southwest (Gary Oldman). From out of nowhere, a hot babe assassin (not Uma Thurman this time) in stiletto heels appears miraculously, swaggers onto the bus and blasts away at Oldman with her stylish Gucci pistols. You can hear the director almost screaming, "Hey, I'm another Tarantino! Give me a chance!" Only he's not. The cast quickly overpopulates with a mind-numbing parade of cardboard cutouts, introduced with freeze frames and jittering titles: "The Girl Next Door." "Asian Elvis." "Midget Elvis." "The Cowboy." The usual spectacle of tired violence and mayhem ensues.
This kind of cool campy violence has come under a lot of critcism after all the mass shootings recently. Cheap thrills, and morally obtuse, making this effort bad on another level.
If Saturday Night Live had produced a satirical skit on how to produce a paint-by-number Hollywood film to entertain jaded morons, they couldn't have done a better job. than this turkey.
The opening sequence is enough to tell you how bad this will get -- an Elvis impersonator (God, not again!) sitting at an isolated bus stop in... the American southwest (Gary Oldman). From out of nowhere, a hot babe assassin (not Uma Thurman this time) in stiletto heels appears miraculously, swaggers onto the bus and blasts away at Oldman with her stylish Gucci pistols. You can hear the director almost screaming, "Hey, I'm another Tarantino! Give me a chance!" Only he's not. The cast quickly overpopulates with a mind-numbing parade of cardboard cutouts, introduced with freeze frames and jittering titles: "The Girl Next Door." "Asian Elvis." "Midget Elvis." "The Cowboy." The usual spectacle of tired violence and mayhem ensues.
This kind of cool campy violence has come under a lot of critcism after all the mass shootings recently. Cheap thrills, and morally obtuse, making this effort bad on another level.
If Saturday Night Live had produced a satirical skit on how to produce a paint-by-number Hollywood film to entertain jaded morons, they couldn't have done a better job. than this turkey.