Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Hobo With a Shotgun thrusts the viewer into a gritty, dirty little world where Rutger Hauer has no choice but to blow all those assholes away with a 12 gauge. Fun, fun! This could have easily been an indie release by the ever so loving hands of New Jersey's own Troma, what with all of the strange and supremely depraved characters housed within, but also because of the very high levels of chaotic violence and stupid dismemberment's as well. Right off the rail car and into the city, our hobo experiences a man that has betrayed Drake and is a public example of fear by having his head shoved into a custom made manhole to fit around one's head, and is kicked into a sewer port. Drake then has the good graces to have his two moronic sons tie barbed wire around the guys neck, and rip his head off with the back of his illustrious, white, shiny Cadillac. How generous of him. It must be the dude's birthday. That being a very small example of just how gory this film is, it builds itself into one of the best (and one of my recent favorite) throwback grindhouse flicks of the most recent years that I have been subjecting myself to this gruel. It's very well written, and you feel for the hobo as he's pushed around on the streets, and is even forced to eat glass on camera for money by some low-life piece of shit selling hobo fight films for his own personal gain. When he finally grabs that shotgun during a robbery in the pawn shop, you know that's when shit's about to start heating up.
I wasn't born in the 70's, but the intro sure does bring me back.
Scumbag film maker.
I'd love to get some mustard on Drake's white suit.
Ultra-violence! I love it!
Killed with a bag of quarters. Now that's how it's done!
Burns like a son of a bitch.
Eh, you only live once, hug a bear.
Fucking pedo Santa. Jesus Christ.
All he wants is to start a lawn care business.
It's payback time. With a fucking 12 gauge.
Those chicks have to be doped up.
Torching a school bus. That's an all time low.
Dead-head cop! At your service!
Who the hell wears ice skates when there's no ice?! I shouldn't be asking these kinds of questions. It's a grindhouse film for God's sake.
I firmly believe that Hobo With a Shotgun is a prime example of how a throwback of any ilk should be done. Everything about this flick (whether this is your thing or not) stacks itself up to be a very well made, all engrossing experience if your just in the right mood to watch a homeless guy blast a bunch of dumb bastards into oblivion with nothing more than a gun powder burned 12 gauge shotgun. Drake and his two sons are probably the most despicable villains I've seen in any film in quite sometime, and they deserve every inch of what happens to them in this film. I haven't even touched on The Plague, but if your curious and want to know about those guys, just get off your ass and watch this already. The worst that could happen is getting killed with the blade of an ice skate. I've said enough.
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