In the end, with a title like 'Hobo with a Shotgun,' it's easy to figure out if the movie will be your cup of tea or if it will offend your delicate sensibilities. But once The Plague, a pair of armor-clad maniacs (Nick Bateman and Peter Simas), enters the picture, the narrative not only rights itself but also goes nightmarishly dark and über absurd. Granted, villains in these sorts of movies are over-the-top and this trio is truly awful, but their style and mannerisms are excessive and a tad distracting in many scenes. But they're also somewhat of a downside in a movie aiming for authenticity because they come off as cartoon characters of bad guys. Standing in their way is a family of instantly-detestable villains, The Drake (Brian Downey), Slick (Gregory Smith) and Ivan (Nick Bateman), which audiences want to see met with swift, gory justice - the cornerstone to any good vigilante flick. Opposite Hauer is Molly Dunsworth as the typical prostitute with a heart of gold named Abby, and she sees the hobo's lawn mowing business as her meal ticket out of Scum Town. And much like him, the weary traveler keeps to himself, speaking only when necessary. The nameless hobo strolls into town aboard a freight train like another gun-toting nameless hero made legendary by Clint Eastwood.
Without a doubt, the real highlight of the show is Rutger Hauer in the titular role of a homeless man fed up with the endless acts of violence on the streets of Hope Town, otherwise known as "Scum Town." Something about him saving his begging money to buy a lawnmower and start a business makes him immediately likeable, and Hauer chews through his scenes with admirable appeal. The movie as a whole is terrifically funny with guns blasting away at the start and ending in a blaze of glory - an elated and animated love letter to a bygone period from start to finish. In order to stay relevant, however, filmmakers include a reference to the deplorable bumfight craze from a few years ago, which was utterly hilarious.
Contrast runs hotter than normal, and colors are over-saturated, providing the movie with that "sitting in a cheap, defunct theater" atmosphere without being heavy-handed. We don't see any fake scratches or tears running across the screen, but the print gives the appearance of not having aged well. The film works, for the most part, because it simply is a violently gruesome vigilante feature with an outrageous plot, bad acting and shocking special effects.įrom the moment it commences and the weird Morricone-esque music plays in the background, the low-budget flick looks like something straight out of the 1970s. It has fun with the material as a genuine movie production rather than a production that parodies and makes a burlesqued fiasco of the material.
But it never feels like an imitation or goes so outlandishly over-the-top that it's difficult to imagine what school of moviemaking it tries to emulate. 'Hobo,' which was originally a faux trailer entry in a ' Grindhouse' promo contest and won, clearly knows what it's doing and exploits every avenue possible at being every bit like its inspiration. The significant difference between those movies - the reason why one works well while the others don't as much - is that it takes itself serious. Canadian filmmakers Jason Eisener (who also takes director credits), John Davies and Rob Cotterill, on the other hand, find that perfect balance of cheap, trashy thrills and good entertainment, delivering a fun celebration of B-movie yarn. They work in their own right as garish embellishments of the genre, had the makers a larger budget to play with. They simply fall short at capturing the true spirit of exploitation films (something which Tarantino's ' Death Proof' does better but underappreciated), becoming instead exaggerated caricatures of that unique era. That's not to say those movies from Robert Rodriguez are terrible or unwatchable, because they're not. 'Hobo with a Shotgun' is essentially everything ' Planet Terror' and ' Machete' wanted to be, or at least, everything they were aiming for.