Excerpt: Robert Rodriguez es posiblemente el director que más se ha esforzado por homenajear ese cine maldito amado por generaciones enteras de devoradores de fotogramas. Así que es justo que sea él quien desgaste sus posibilidades con una película muy, muy mala.
Excerpt: Only Vergara and Lady Gaga don’t fall in synch with the patter, and while their contributions and a few wandering scenes make the film feel slightly overlong, this is one deep cache of tricks. The few instances when things go awry, all one need do is wait a minute and something amusing will happen.
Excerpt: The grindhouse throwback style is muddled by things that you’d never seen in a grindhouse picture – like crystal clear video photography, large scale visual effects and buckets of CGI blood that take you out of the experience.
Excerpt: Once again, the stone-faced title badass muses about modern technology, this time with, “Machete don’t tweet.” He don’t fill out a feature film, either, so perhaps trailers should just be trailers.
Excerpt: If there’s one reason to see Machete Kills, it’s Mel Gibson’s loopy performance as a cult leader and supervillain. Gibson, hamming it up in a rare villain role – completely over-the-top but still invested in the character in a way most of the other wink-wink performances aren’t – is a real blast, and Machete Kills really comes to life whenever he’s onscreen.