In case you thought this movie might be about something else besides what it says in the title, I’m here to save you the trouble of misinterpretation. It is exactly about a Hobo with a Shotgun, and it’s fucking disgusting and awesome, and I’d like you to watch the trailer right now.
I can’t believe I watched this movie, because it’s by far the most horrendously violent, graphic, visually upsetting thing I’ve ever seen, but all of that gore comes around to just being campy great after the first, say, 20 minutes. It’s easy to become desensitized to it, too, since most of the special effects are blatantly fake. Or maybe I’m just jaded? Not sure. In any case, this movie is not for the squeamish, or not for even the not really squeamish. You have to be able to take a lot of constantly bloody stumps and ripped penises and decapitated heads and strewn innards to be able to sit through this movie.
Of course, I sort of loved it. Rutger Hauer, forever a dreamboat thanks to those piercing baby blues (when does anyone use “piercing” to describe any other eye color but blue?), is still slightly too good-looking to pass as a hobo, but he certainly gives it the old college try. His gravelly voice helps, as does his beard, clothes, and seemingly constant spatter of other people’s bodily fluids all over his person. And Molly Dunsworth, as the cliche “hooker with a heart of gold” Abby, gives her stock character a bit of Canadian flair and overall badassdom once she lays her hands on her own weaponry. Nevermind the cringe-worthy acting from the other players; this movie isn’t about acting. It’s about trying not to puke while watching every body part of every person on screen be blown to shreds. Oh, and the colors are so lush!
I think I’m going to turn this into a drinking game next time I watch it. I’m not even sure where to begin to create the rules, but I know I’ll watch it again. It’s already a cult favorite, people.