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Also, there is some serious soft-core porn featuring Antonio Banderas & Selma Hayek about two-thirds of the way through. Let’s all hear it for soft-core porn. Especially when it involves two people that hot. *drools uncontrollably at both of them* Antonio Banderas should be required by law to appear long-haired and shirtless at least once in every film he’s in.
I spent most of the movie giggling and making little happy bounces of glee, which is probably a sign of something deeply wrong with my psyche, since the body count in this movie is insanely high. El doesn’t just participate in shoot-outs, he perpetrates fucking massacres. And the other two mariachis who show up at the end, while not as much fun as Fideo and Lorenzo, are still pretty into the whole guitar-cases-as-weapons-of-mass-destruction concept. Where does El find all these Mariachi hit men? Is there some sort of secret Mexican brotherhood of guitar-playing gunslingers?
It may be wrong, but I actually began to feel sorry for Bucho as the movie progressed. His minions were all such incompetent screw-ups; he really couldn’t get a break.
Carolina, on the other hand… *pauses to drool once more at Selma Hayek’s body* She rocked. She was this lovely mix of idealism/romanticism (the bookstore, helping El play the guitar, ect) and ruthless practicality (fixing El up, shooting the bad guys, running over drug cartel men with a jeep…). And I love the way she and El backed the jeep up and picked the guitar case of guns up again at the end, “just in case.”
Also, having already seen the sequel, it was interesting to see the little motifs the two movies shared. El talking with an ally (of sorts) in a confessional, the legend of El Mariachi being told in a bar, El walking down the road alone at the end, ect. Desperado didn’t have the complicated double-dealing and plotting of Once Upon a Time in Mexico, though (this was not entirely a bad thing, as there were also fewer plot holes). It’s a pretty straightforward “gunslinger seeking revenge shoots up dusty town and kills evil bad guy” plot, rather reminiscent of a Clint Eastwood western.
My favourite bits (not counting the massive shoot-out sequences) were probably Carolina performing impromptu surgery on El on top of the bookstore counter (while he twitches and radiates trepidation r.e. her lack of medical skills—“Can’t you just take me to a hospital?”) and El showing the kid how to play guitar—you can see him struggling with his screwed-up hand.
And, of course, the music was great, but I already knew that. *snickers once more over the fact that half the songs were produced by “Slash Records”*
I spent most of the movie giggling and making little happy bounces of glee, which is probably a sign of something deeply wrong with my psyche, since the body count in this movie is insanely high. El doesn’t just participate in shoot-outs, he perpetrates fucking massacres. And the other two mariachis who show up at the end, while not as much fun as Fideo and Lorenzo, are still pretty into the whole guitar-cases-as-weapons-of-mass-destruction concept. Where does El find all these Mariachi hit men? Is there some sort of secret Mexican brotherhood of guitar-playing gunslingers?
It may be wrong, but I actually began to feel sorry for Bucho as the movie progressed. His minions were all such incompetent screw-ups; he really couldn’t get a break.
Carolina, on the other hand… *pauses to drool once more at Selma Hayek’s body* She rocked. She was this lovely mix of idealism/romanticism (the bookstore, helping El play the guitar, ect) and ruthless practicality (fixing El up, shooting the bad guys, running over drug cartel men with a jeep…). And I love the way she and El backed the jeep up and picked the guitar case of guns up again at the end, “just in case.”
Also, having already seen the sequel, it was interesting to see the little motifs the two movies shared. El talking with an ally (of sorts) in a confessional, the legend of El Mariachi being told in a bar, El walking down the road alone at the end, ect. Desperado didn’t have the complicated double-dealing and plotting of Once Upon a Time in Mexico, though (this was not entirely a bad thing, as there were also fewer plot holes). It’s a pretty straightforward “gunslinger seeking revenge shoots up dusty town and kills evil bad guy” plot, rather reminiscent of a Clint Eastwood western.
My favourite bits (not counting the massive shoot-out sequences) were probably Carolina performing impromptu surgery on El on top of the bookstore counter (while he twitches and radiates trepidation r.e. her lack of medical skills—“Can’t you just take me to a hospital?”) and El showing the kid how to play guitar—you can see him struggling with his screwed-up hand.
And, of course, the music was great, but I already knew that. *snickers once more over the fact that half the songs were produced by “Slash Records”*
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hey!
Love,
Bonnie
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Re: hey!
What's been going on? Are you in Japan? At Hollins? In New York? (How did you survive the black-out, BTW?).
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~ John