By: Oberst von Berauscht (A Toast) –
The film is set in an undetermined future when the city is ruled by crime and the police work for the criminals. A homeless man (Rutger Hauer) rides in on the morning train, with dreams of opening up a grass cutting business. To do so, he first needs $49.99 to buy the lawnmower.
On the streets he witnesses the horrors of the city’s most vicious crime lord “The Drake”, who hosts games and other public events where he kills people in increasingly inventive ways. He and his two sons run the city like a bizarre hell carnival. Sick of seeing the streets run by psychopaths, he is compelled to fight back. The Hobo trades his bottles and cans for another item (also priced at $49.99).
Shop Smart, Shop S-Mart…
Sometimes there comes a film that truly redefines awesome. A movie that that grabs you by the balls, nails them to the floor and not only smashes them with a hammer, but asks you to thank it for the pleasure. This is one of those movies.
(And thank you?)
Hobo with a Shotgun pays tribute to cheesy low budget action flicks from the 70’s and early 80’s, which were often extraordinarily violent, and often awkwardly acted and horribly paced. Thankfully the filmmakers pay tribute to the eccentric natures of these “so bad it’s good” films, while avoiding nearly all of the elements that could make them boring at times, or unoriginal. Much of this is due to a story so wonderfully demented it could only come from a combination of the 70’s exploitation revenge thriller with equal parts Mad Max and The Running Man thrown in for good measure. (And you should be in Awe of the sheer badassery of “The Plague”.)
The Plague, fucking, rule
Endlessly rewarding for fans of the exploitation Genre, the big surprise of the film is the nuanced performance by Rutger Hauer. His Hobo is more than an angry bum set on revenge. He is a street dweller who has felt a lifetime of pain and suffering, and is driven to violence when no options are left. The quieter scenes of the movie betray a level of sensitivity very uncommon to such a visceral drama, and it should not be overlooked. Most of the other performances of the film feature your typical genre overacting, and most of the parts are clearly played by nonfactors. However, this works in the movie’s favor, as it serves to highlight the Hobo’s singularity. He is lonely, tired, and out of options, and while even a bit mentally ill, he is the sanest man in the asylum.
Was supposed to be featured in Bum Fights Vol. III, but he shot the cameraman
The cinematography and special effects gleefully recreate the feel of the classic grind house movie, featuring scenes with strangely lit backgrounds and rubbery gore prosthetics. It is worth noting that the gore effects, however over the top, are still so much more believable than CGI gore. It is great news then that this film uses practical effects for nearly every shot. The effects guys definitely brought their A-Game, giving us crushing feet, exploding heads, torsos, and limbs. They found some truly new ways to maim.
“When life gives you razor blades… you make a baseball bat… covered in razor blades” -The Drake
Find it, watch it, love it.
Bonus Drinking Game
Take a Drink: whenever the word “shotgun” is said
Take a Drink: Every time someone dies
Down a Shot: whenever The Drake says his own name