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Friday, October 25, 2013

Machete Kills (3/5 Stars)




Back from the Dead with an Unexpectedly Entertaining Third Act

Writer/Director Robert Rodriguez is back with Danny Trejo as Machete, the ex-CIA, ex-FBI, ex-DEA, ex-federale turned illegal immigrant day laborer turned outlaw turned ICE agent. The character Machete by definition works better in two-minute trailers rather than two-hour movies. His main characteristics are looking like Danny Trejo (best described by one critic as, “a man who had a staring contest with the sun and won”) never dying and killing people. He had his start in a fake movie trailer accompanying Rodriguez’s zombie masterpiece “Planet Terror.” (I’m basically the only one who calls that movie a masterpiece and am trying to spread the word). Machete is a man of few words and, given Danny Trejo’s impending old age, works better when he stands still and glares and less when he actually fights people. In the end, what makes, “Machete Kills” ultimately worth seeing is a few other characters namely Michelle Rodriguez’s “She” (pronounced like “Che” of Guevera fame) and the new bad/crazy guy Mel Gibson. Unfortunately the entrances of these two characters come in the movie’s third act. Before that the movie slogs a bit in the territory of so-bad-it’s-bad before ultimately triumphing in a satisfying so-bad-it’s-good ending.

The badness of the first two acts of “Machete Kills” needs a detour into an education in the Grindhouse genre in order to fully explain. For those unacquainted a “Grindhouse” movie are B movies that promise sex and violence and nothing else. By definition these movies can’t be great in the classic sense (say ‘Citizen Kane’) but they can succeed, and some succeed spectacularly, in never being boring. Robert Rodriguez, that very underrated American treasure of a director, specializes in elevating this type of movie from B-level trash into high art (Sin City, Planet Terror). But just because they are not good in the classic sense does not mean that they automatically find themselves within the so-bad-it’s-good genre. Rodriguez doesn’t make bad movies per se. He makes good Grindhouse movies. Let’s use some of Rodriguez’s previous work as the gold standard of this type of movie we can give some guidelines to further elaborate on this tricky area of cinema. 

First the action and plot must move fast. The Grindhouse format is especially conducive to this in that plot holes are usually present. However in a good Grindhouse picture the plot hole should resemble a short cut that propels the story forward faster than it normally would in a regular picture. A great example is the ‘Missing Reel’ in Planet Terror that lands the audience in the middle of a battle thereby skipping the needless part of the enemy actually showing up to the fight. Also given that the plot does not need to make perfect sense, it might as well be sensational. “Machete Kills” involves drug cartels in jungle castles and a nuclear bomb aimed at Washington D.C. That is good so far. Unfortunately “Machete Kills” clocks in at around two hours. There is too much here and later I will give an example of what to cut. These movies really should be no more than 90 minutes.

Second, the action does not have to be realistic but it does have to be novel. In other words, it doesn’t matter how many people die or how gory it is just as long as the way they die is surprising and dare I say, clever. This is basically what makes a great Grindhouse movie fun to watch. The creative love that is put into the violence evidences something more in the maker than simply sadism. This detail is also what separates a great Grindhouse movie (like Raimi’s Evil Dead series) from the torture porn genre (Saw series). In a way that makes “Machete Kills” different from “Machete” is that there is a sizably less amount of cleverness that goes into the action sequences. In “Machete Kills” there are far too many scenes where opposing forces show up across open spaces and fire machine guns at each other. By too many scenes I basically mean more than one. There was only one in “Machete,” and it worked fantastically by itself. I suspect that because this is a sequel Rodriguez may have felt that he had to start off where he left off and started with machine guns instead of going back to the workable formula in “Planet Terror” and “Machete” of hand-to-hand combat than melee weapons than guns and than finally a big ass gun battle. “Machete” has good gags (I especially liked how Machete how defused a bomb in midair while riding it) but went on autopilot a few too many times.

Third a great Grindhouse movie has to like its women characters. By “like” I don’t mean that they have to do nice things or dress conservatively. What I mean is that there has to be more to them than just skimpy clothing and a bad attitude. Or to put it another way: it has to be a role that the actress playing it would obviously enjoy playing or at least find challenging in a professional sense. This is a particularly important guideline given the immense amount of Grindhouse and horror movies that employ their women characters to do nothing but scream and die in terrible ways. Rodriguez in general does well by his actresses, not an easy thing to do given the thin line he is walking in this genre. (Again take a look at Rose McGowan in “Planet Terror”). In “Machete Kills” I think he does well by Lady Gaga and Michelle Rodriguez who have memorable/badass fight scene. He does okay by Amber Heard who could have had more to do. But one character is not treated well and that is the sadistic bordello madame played by Sofia Vergara from TV’s Modern Family. She tries to kill Machete with her Double Ds, a type of machine gun that doubles as a bra (try not to think about where the ammo comes from). The problem is not the Double Ds. The problem is that there really is not much to the character besides that. She has no good lines and is routinely frustrated in not so clever ways in battle. Rodriguez should have just cut the whole subplot. It didn’t work and without it the movie would be the correct length.

In the “Machete” series Rodriguez has done something that is not really necessary according to my made up guidelines but is ultimately interesting to watch and that is his stunt casting. Rodriguez goes out of his way to employ actors/actresses who are unemployable due to career ending scandals. In the first movie he cast Lindsay Lohan (multiple arrests for disorderly conduct) and Steven Seagall (famously awful actor in terrible movies). In this movie we are treated to Charlie Sheen as Carlos Esteves (“Winning!”) and Mel Gibson (stuff I’m not about to write here). Unlike Lindsay and Seagall, Carlos and Mel are actually good actors and they do remarkably well playing the President of the United Stated and Crazy Bad Guy named Voz respectively. Truly Rodriguez is a kindhearted man who is always willing to give the fallen from grace a second chance to redeem themselves in movies that contain ridiculous amounts of violence and bad taste. 

There must be something to say about Rodriguez’s political consciousness. It is present in the ‘Machete’ movies even if they are just throwaway motivations for characters than actual lucid political arguments about illegal immigration and drug war policy. Still it makes an admirer wonder what Rodriguez could do if he actually attempted to make a serious movie about these topics. I’m sure he could do it. I’m also sure he would do it only if he really really wanted to do it. I can’t think of another director who seems to make movies purely for his own enjoyment and the enjoyment of his family (an example is the Spy Kids franchise. Rodriguez is the only filmmaker I know of that would make a feature length film based on the story idea of his five-year-old child.) He seems to be completely divorced from the type of greed that would induce him to make his films more mainstream or the type of awards acclaim that would make him choose more conventional subjects for his art. I like this guy a lot.  

For those of you with keen eyes you may also spy the Crazy Babysitter Twins and Rodriguez’s actual doctor (who looks like he’s lost a good deal of weight). They don’t have much to say in this movie though they were part of the group of characters taken into space on Crazy Bad Guy’s rocket ship in anticipation of the next movie. The title of that one is “Machete Kills Again…IN SPACE.” And yes I am very interested in seeing that as well. 


Sunday, October 24, 2010

Machete (4/5 Stars) September 6, 2010

He knows the score. He gets the women. He kills the bad guys. 

Above all things, “Machete” is a joke. It first appeared as a fake movie trailer shown before writer/director Robert Rodriguez’s classic zombie movie “Planet Terror.” It was perhaps one of the best trailers I’ve ever seen. Among other ridiculous things the trailer promised, was the first starring role for iconic badass Danny Trejo as a Mexican day laborer who is setup and betrayed by anti-immigrant bad guys, a gun toting priest played by Cheech Marin, a threesome romp with the head bad guy’s wife and daughter, and a hell of lot of fatal revenge by machete. It ended with Trejo installing a machine gun turret on a motorcycle, jumping it off a ramp while something very explosive goes off in the background, and unloading a massive hail of bullets at the bad guys. Then the voiceover helpfully informed us that “They Just Fucked with the wrong Mexican!” Apparently I wasn’t the only one who really wanted to see that movie because here we are, two years later, with the feature length version. 



The genre of Machete is Grindhouse. It’s the kind of cheap movie that used to be shown in run down theaters and drive-ins and proudly offered little more than sex and violence (or as they say in the business, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.) Most of these movies really sucked, but the attitude of them was inspiring to several now prominent filmmakers like Tarantino and Rodriguez. Because Grindhouse movies were cheap to make and the audience was content as long as there was fighting and nudity, directors and writers (if there were any) were very free to be, let’s say, provocative. No suit from the studio was there to tell them they couldn’t do something. Thus, there are no rules of decorum in a Grindhouse movie. And this movie, Machete, is no different. The prologue consists of Machete, as a Federale in Mexico, breaking into a drug lord’s house in order to rescue a kidnapped woman. The guards are dispatched by machete. It’s a credit to Rodriguez imagination that every single one is killed in a different way. The woman, when Machete finds her, is completely naked because “it’s too hot out for clothes.” No matter, he throws her over his shoulder and proceeds to make his escape by killing more bad guys. But then the woman double-crosses Machete and shoots him. As Machete is writhing on the floor she takes a very small cell phone out of the only place you can hide something when you’re naked and relays her success. The drug lord played by Steven Seagal shows up. He chides Machete for being a righteous troublemaker, shoots the naked lady for some reason, and then brings out Machete’s wife whom he decapitates with a katana. He explains that the only honorable way for Machete to die is if he cut off his head also (because apparently this Mexican drug lord also moonlights as a samurai) but that Machete has no honor. So what Steven Seagal does is light the house on fire (remember this is the drug lord’s house). Presumably Machete escaped because three years later he is an illegal immigrant in America looking for gardening work. The movie never explains exactly how. The rest of the plot is just as ridiculous.

Almost by definition a Grindhouse movie can’t be a good movie in the ordinary sense (i.e. realistic action, believable characters, decent editing, production value) but they can succeed, and often do, in never being boring and this is what Machete, by and large, accomplishes. There are plenty of funny one-liners, gratuitous nudity, and violence which is often and outrageous. The high point of gruesomeness occurs when Machete escapes from a hospital by cutting open a bad guy’s stomach, grabbing his intestine, and using it like a rope to lower himself out a window. (Machete is not the type of guy who bothers to open windows before going out them.) When a scene is that unbelievable I don’t think it can possibly be scary. The correct reaction is WTF and lots of nervous laughter. I had the good fortune of being in an audience that appreciated the audaciousness of such a moment. They applauded and cheered. Quite frankly, I liked it too. And I must admit I also enjoyed watching incredibly hot scantily clad women striking fierce poses and shooting semiautomatic machine guns. This movie has more of that than any I’ve ever seen. We’ve got Jessica Alba, Michele Rodriguez, the Crazy Babysitter Twins, and Lindsay Lohan doing exactly that at regular intervals. A bad movie? Sure you can definitely argue that. Boring? I don’t think so. 

There are also huge political overtones in this movie. Whether it is serious or not is anyone’s guess but either way but it does do a great job of illustrating the old maxim that the best way to make somebody feel foolish is to zealously agree with them. There is a rabid anti-immigrant senator played by Robert De Niro, his corrupt corporate backer played by Jeff Fahey, and a border vigilante played by Don Johnson. Illegal aliens are compared to cockroaches and terrorists. There is a plan to build an electric fence. The Senator is afraid that Illegals will try to take over his country, and then goes on to clarify that term as Texas. And you know what? The Senator is right. The Mexicans in this movie really are organized and have been hoarding arms and munitions in preparation of a race war. At the climax of the movie, a “code” is sent out to “The Network” and every single dishwasher, gardener, and maid in the state stops working and forms an army to confront the vigilantes. They parade down the street in hysterically stereotypical tricked-out cars with hydraulics. They’re armed with guns and gardening tools. Loud Mariachi music is trumpeted in the background. Is this what were afraid of when we talk about an illegal invasion? Because that would be ridiculous. Your enjoyment of this movie will probably depend on your view of Mexican immigration in general. I tend to be more liberal when it comes to that thing. I can't say I know enough about the subject to give a truly educated argument, but on a gut level I'm at least convinced that this summer’s “anchor baby” debate was purely idiotic. Surely any woman who has the courage and spirit to hike 100 miles across a dangerous desert while pregnant should be granted citizenship on the spot. That type of backbone is what this country needs. Besides they make good tacos. 

My enjoyment of this movie was also greatly enhanced by the fact that I am a huge fan of Robert Rodriguez and am familiar with most of the actors. I loved the fact that Danny Trejo finally got a starring role. This will probably be the only one he ever gets. I fondly remember Tom Savini, the Crazy Babysitter Sisters, and the Doctor from Planet Terror and am glad they all showed up again. Cheech Marin is consistently funny as a gun-toting priest that tapes confessions and drinks communal wine. And it’s about time somebody put an eye-patch on Michele Rodriguez, dressed her in black leather, and gave her a big fucking gun. What I missed however was a cameo by Quentin Tarantino. Ever since his stand-out role in “Planet Terror” as Rapist #1 I’ve had a renewed appreciation for his acting ability, at least in roles where he’s a psycho villain. It would have been cool if say, he played the Mexican/Samurai drug lord instead of Steven Segal, who didn’t do that hot of a job in this movie. Jessica Alba wasn’t very impressive either although she did have this one great line where she climbed a jalopy and proclaimed to a crowd of Mexican day laborers, “We didn’t cross the border, the border crossed us!” Does that line make sense? Could this possibly be considered “good” writing? Maybe, maybe not. But she shouted it with such fervor and gusto that it was certainly entertaining to watch. It wasn’t boring.