Or, how to make a pretty durn good, yet pretty durn unoriginal Texas shoot-em-up flick.
I have trouble believing there’s enough weed in the world to make this movie funny.
A look at one of John Landis’s weirder inspirations.
Do you vaguely recall it being the worst? Sure, that’s what THEY want you to believe. Let me expand your mind…
Come for the gunfight, stay for the performances, and immerse yourself for two hours in the legend. Or at least this version of it.
I can review this film in no words.
Come on in, and let’s watch the geek bite the head off this chicken…
I’m actually fairly disappointed that’s not what this film is called.
A movie so stuffed with whiz-bang your whiz-banger will cease to whiz and bang.
The send-off of the original cast dreams it’s a movie, but belongs on TV.
I hope to remember to avoid being killed by neo-Nazis, attack dogs, box cutters, or red laces.
Jaws 2 will keep you entertained for for a couple of hours, especially if you like sharks, sharks eating teen-agers, helicopters, and sharks attacking helicopters.
Hunt for the Wilderpeople shows up with little to prove, and proves it anyway, exactly unlike any of the sequels or reboots that have been crowding cinemas of late.
Cast whomever you like in this thing–women, men, moose, crustaceans, four neatly arranged piles of gravel–it’s still terrible.