Second, also to be polite, this is the ultimate exploitation movie, so if you're going to keep reading this review, you're going to hear about violence. Lots of great, fun violence.
Unrealistic and cartoonish violence and fun are the point here. But it’s a point of etiquette, so fair warning. Spoilers.
I don’t think I was even two minutes into this movie before I had a blood-lusting, impossibly wide grin across my face.
Danny Trejo’s bad ass was out of that car, hacking away at bad guys, bodyguards, bystanders, doesn’t matter, with his gigantic knife in no time flat.
I know I’m going to enjoy myself.
And sure enough, in the next ninety seconds, we’re treated to four beheadings in one swoop and some unbelievably unnecessary nudity.
Of course, he finds an unbelievably hot girl in a room laying naked on a bed.
I guess he just figures he’ll rescue her, so he takes her along.
Then, she gets all seductive and before you know it, she has his knife.
She stabs him and he falls to the ground and she stands over him, unnecessarily naked.
Then, she pulls a cell phone out of her twat.
Yep, you heard me right. A cell phone out of her twat.
It's not that seeing a girl pull a cell phone out of her twat is such a treat as it's the principle that the movie is just that wonderfully and giddily ridiculous.
Hell, I loved “Planet Terror,” as much as anyone else, but this is exploitation done good and proper.
The hero and the villain are set up before the credits roll.
Steven Seagal is a relentless drug lord who kills poor Machete’s wife and daughter, torches a building and leaves our wounded, helpless hero to die in the flames.
We take a trip to the U.S. Mexico border where Robert De Niro in a cowboy hat is riding in the back of a pickup truck, shooting Mexicans crossing the border. And he’s a Texas Senator!
Holy Christ, now we’re going into unnecessary lefty overblown, not believable, political preachy-land! I’m in heaven!
The plot is more or less incidental. Machete finds himself the fall guy of a plot to frame a nameless illegal for the attempted assassination of the good Senator to garner sympathy votes.
But when you double-cross Machete, you pay the price. And the mayhem continues.
Rodriguez knows how to use foreshadowing, too. He’ll set you up and let you know a treat is coming.
At one point, Machete’s in the hospital and the bad guys are coming for him.
He picks something up and the doctor just looks at him and says, “Be careful with that. It’s a skull scraper. We use it to scoop the bones clean. Uh, and those cut through flesh just like butter.”
Then Machete tears the ribbon off a nurse’s gown and gets ready.
Are you kidding me? Machete is just grabbing things to do as much damage as possible to people and ripping girls' clothes off for no apparent reason.
Robert, you're not even trying to find an excuse to give us blood and tits, are you?
Rodriguez just knows how to set up his audience for a good time.
He set us up for something big and he delivered.
And do you think Rodriguez would have the doctor casually talking about how long a person’s intestines were if he didn’t intend to have Machete gut a bad guy and swing out the window from his innards?
No, but he did it because it's just good, clean fun.
The rest of the movie introduces us to side characters, mostly hot Latino chicks.
We know how the rest of the movie is gonna go and we don’t care what the plot is
formulaic. It’s all about the blood, man.
And “Machete” has it in buckets.
And just because I’m lazy, here’s just a random list of things that we are treated to in no particular order.
Tom Savini nailing Cheech to a cross.
Cheesy political statements from Jessica Alba like, “We didn’t cross the border! The border crossed us!”
Danny Trejo has been relegated to the world of colorful Mexican supporting character for so long that I kind of wondered if he could carry a leading role.
HE CAN. Trejo is rock and roll personified in this movie.
Forget every action hero ever.
From Lee Marvin, all the way up through Clive Owen.
I have never wanted to be anybody like I want to be this fifty-something Mexican.
I hereby declare Danny Trejo to be the baddest mofo on this, or either side, of the border.