Basement contributor Matt Bellamy has taken it upon himself to watch and
review at least one horror movie a day for
the month of October . . . because he's awesome that way! Tonight, Bellamy offers you a two for one pussy sale.
You
know, I really hate to say it but this flick has not aged well and is
not nearly as enjoyable as I once found it although it's entirely
possible that watching it stone sober was a catastrophic choice. It
starts well, it does, as the two main anti-heroes played by George
Clooney and Quentin Tarantino, fugitives on the run, seek refuge in a
Mexican bar/brothel called "The Titty Twister". What's disappointing
about this film is that it seriously starts out SO good, you're
completely engaged and glued to the screen by everything that is
happening--Salma Hayek in her prime as a stripper makes that extremely
easy, too. It's once the bar patrons are revealed as vampires that it
quickly takes a nose dive into shlock, poor writing (Sorry, Tarantino),
and the worst crime of all, it becomes boring. The flick tries to play
rough, it tries to be edgy and irreverent but it comes off as amateur
hour and actually feels really
immature--again, lack of alcohol on my part could be paramount in
hindering my enjoyment here. I do love the cast that was assembled
though outside of the leads, full marks there: Harvey Keitel, Salma
Hayek (yum, again), Fred Williamson, Cheech Marin, John Hawkes, Michael
Parks, Juliette Lewis, and even makeup guru Tom Savini! Yes, in many
circles this is seen as a messy and fun little horror/action flick and
with a solid group of a friends and a few dozen beers this could
absolutely be a blast to watch, and perhaps that was Tarantino's and
director Robert Rodriguez's intent? Get sloshed, chill with some buds,
and watch a whole bunch of vicious vampires tear people apart. Oh, and
most important of all, boobies! Hey, it's a selling point.
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