What can you say about From Dusk Till Dawn that hasn’t already been said. Not much but I’m going to try anyway.
We’ve been catching up on the new series (which is now available for binging on Netflix) and enjoying it quite a bit, so last night we went back to our roots and rewatched the original movie from 1996.
It can never be said that Quentin Tarantino fails to be entertaining. His success since the release of this film proves it, but even going back to the early days of his success his screenplays are loaded with quick, witty, and down right hilarious dialogue.
The film received a lot of criticism at it’s release due to the schizophrenic nature of the storyline. The first half is a tight, violent heist film that follows two brothers on the run from half the state of Texas. The second half turns into a campy, almost completely silly monster movie complete with cheap looking grindhouse style special effects and a litany of b-movie actors from the golden age of cinema.
Tom Savini as Sexmachine (complete with crotch gun).
Fred Williamson as Frost (the cigar smoking Vietnam vet).
Danny Trejo, Cheech Marin, Harvey Keitel, the list goes on and on.
It’s fun. Very fun. Silly in places but if you like Tarantino style dialogue and whole helluva lot of blood and guts then you should check it out.
Yeah, why not.
Nipples. Lots and lots of nipples.
A lot of youngins were barely born when this movie came out. We enjoy old horror from the 60s and 70s, so it’s only fair we push 90s horror on the new generation.