Hobo With a Shotgun is dirty, nasty and features an especially depraved sense of humor. Every scene in the film is bound to offend someone particularly those Bible thumping folks that live in the middle of the U.S. This isn’t a movie that is trying to do anything besides be about a guy wielding ‘justice one shell at a time.” And that’s exactly what makes this the best of all the recent Grindhouse style films (including the ones that spawned this film). Hobo With a Shotgun doesn’t give a flying f*ck about being politically correct, having any sort of deep meaning past the face value, or showing any concern for breaking taboos. It does what it bloody wants. Which mostly involves tons of blood.
Director Jason Eisner’s highly stylistic approach to the film gives it the true Grindhouse effect and doesn’t feel like something added in post. Like House of the Devil this is a film that could easily be mistaken for being made in an earlier decade.
A hobo, played by Rutger Hauer, jumps off a train and ends up in sh*ttyville; A town full of Ray Ban wearing douchey brothers, their ringleader (and crazy mofo) father and an assortment of undesirables including a pedo-Santa. All the hobo wants to do is save up a little money and buy a lawnmower. Like any good hobo would. While saving up money the hobo becomes more and more furious with the lawlessness permeating throughout the town. He starts to get his vigilante on by saving a hooker named Abby from certain death. He follows this up with a random hobo story about bears.
It reminds me of every hobo I have ever had the pleasure of speaking to. I’ve found it best to smile and shake my head in agreement with whatever grain alcohol influenced nonsense they spew.
Eventually, the hobo has to choose between his much dreamed about lawnmower and a shotgun. And since this flick isn’t titled Hobo with a Lawnmower I feel safe in assuming we know where it goes from here.
The hobo reigns down street justice on the town’s scumbags. You know this because newspapers twirl around celebrating his good deeds. You also know this because of the insane amount of gooey things that fly out of people when they are shot point blank in the face. He’s a one man wrecking crew of a badassness that is not to be f*cked with. In any good grindhouse flick there must be a final showdown with a hyperbolically over-the-top bossman. And there is one. And it’s magnificent. At one point I thought to myself, “What could possibly make this movie more batsh*t?” And then out of seemingly nowhere two metallic Samurai killing machines working for the bossman appeared. Mind. Blown.
Hobo With a Shotgun is fast-paced, gory as all get out, and sadistic as f*ck – but above all it’s tremendously fun to watch. Everything is so far over-the-top that the feeling of fun far outweighs any other rational emotion. Simply put, Hobo With a Shotgun is the best Grindhouse movie since the ‘70s. Are we certain it’s not a long lost print?
Snore Factor: Z