Cheech is great. Clooney is good. Some bit players are good. Salma, as always, is a convincing whore. But almost everything else stinks.
Tarantino had an idea for a script, but failed to write it. Rodriquez had his usual half an idea about how to direct. The talentless Lewis reprises her role as a weak little girl surrounded by psychotic men. Hayek is allowed on screen long enough to dance and die, and that's a little too long for her talent. Keitel didn't have a clue about how to be a mild-mannered preacher.
Still, there is a lot of blood and gore. Lots and lots of people die. So if it's a blood fest that you want, try this one.
But watch out for that wooden post that keeps reappearing throughout the movie. That's Ms. Lewis acting her heart out.
Tarantino had an idea for a script, but failed to write it. Rodriquez had his usual half an idea about how to direct. The talentless Lewis reprises her role as a weak little girl surrounded by psychotic men. Hayek is allowed on screen long enough to dance and die, and that's a little too long for her talent. Keitel didn't have a clue about how to be a mild-mannered preacher.
Still, there is a lot of blood and gore. Lots and lots of people die. So if it's a blood fest that you want, try this one.
But watch out for that wooden post that keeps reappearing throughout the movie. That's Ms. Lewis acting her heart out.