By Admin | September 6, 2010

I’m five minutes into “Machete,” Robert Rodriguez’s latest slice of shamelessly excessive Mexploitation. I’ve seen one car wreck, two pointblank gunshots to heads, two tits, one a*s, and a flamethrower inferno. And that doesn’t include the numerous eyes, heads, and limbs cleanly hacked to pieces. Most hideous of all is the dubious cinematic resurrection of Steven Segal as a slick, reptilian drug-lord lizard with the worst carcinoma-magnet suntan this side of George Hamilton.

Segal isn’t the only leathery “Machete” mug. In fact, the granddaddy of scowling facial rawhide, Danny Trejo, boasts the supremely weathered flesh of a roadside animal carcass roasting in the Texas sun. His hardened, black marble eyes and permanent scowl only add to a serious “scary m**********r” vibe. Forget Leatherface. Trejo’s the real deal.

Aye caramba!

Robert Rodriguez is the Mexican Dr. Frankenstein of film, and “Machete,” a South-of-the-border variation on “Mad Max” with exaggerated, “Mexploitation” politics, is his monster creation. Danny Trejo, one-time felon and the go-to guy for playing seedy villain character roles (“Heat,”“Con Air”), was born to play the lead role.

Machete is a one-time Federale whose family, career, and reputation have been snuffed out by Segal’s soul-less dope baron. He’s down and out, stumbling through the streets of Texas as a lowly day laborer and sometimes back-alley fist-fighter, brawling for bucks. Machete’s wasted life takes a turn even further south when limo-driving Jeff Fahey pulls up to our hard-up hero and makes an offer that can’t be refused.

Fahey plays Booth, a ponytailed schemer whose expensive suits fail to hide the truly unrepentant scumbag cloaked beneath. After balking at Booth’s insistence that he gun down right wing, illegal immigrant foe Senator McLaughlin (Robert DeNiro), Machete is told that he’ll disappear at the hands of Powerful People in Powerful Places if he doesn’t accept this dirty job.    

Machete reluctantly takes on the assassination assignment, brandishing a high-powered rifle that Booth insists will “blow the p****r off a mosquito.” Before he can get a shot in, however, someone else’s bullet pierces McLaughlin’s leg. Machete is caught fleeing the scene, and framed for the shooting. As the Hispanic-hating politician is hauled off for hospitalization on a gurney, the on-the-lam Machete becomes a reluctant poster child for McLaughlin’s policy, “No amnesty for parasites.”  

Predictably, all is not what it seems. There’s a lowdown conspiracy brewing between drug runners, corrupt politics, and border control.

With damaged body wilting beneath him and now-notorious mug plastered across the boob tube, Machete is reinvigorated by an unlikely team of allies. An underground doctor saves Machete from a skull-piercing bullet wound, (explaining, ”The bullet rebounded off another one previously lodged in your brain”). Michelle Rodriguez runs a taco stand….and possibly an underground group of revolutionaries. Jessica Alba plays an idealistic cop soured by the deep currents of corruption poisoning her profession, and Linday Lohan plays, well, a spoiled rich kid reeling from rehab. No strech there.

Meanwhile, Cheech Marin appears as Machete’s brother, a not-so-pious padre espousing scripture, shotgun… and smokes. In one of the film’s many wicked in-jokes, Marin opens a box of stogies. “Cuban?” he asks Machete. “Mexican,” Trejo retorts, before being handed a funny cigarette of the kind that made Marin famous during his “Cheech and Chong” heyday.   

It’s common knowledge that Rodriguez is a take-no-s**t renegade, who financed first film “El Mariachi” by loaning his body to science at an experimental research hospital. I don’t know which chemical cocktails were flushed through his system – or their subsequent impact – but “Machete” suggests complete and utter decimation of cognitive inhibition. Pulling the best aspects of his “Grindhouse” aesthetic – an intentionally jaundiced, yellow, scratched-up look to the film – with a churning, hypnotic heavy metal soundscape (courtesy his own band, Chingon), Rodriguez creates gonzoid artistry from retro trash. And he’s not afraid to throw all manner of s**t on the wall to see what sticks – though most would prefer to splatter, drip, and ooze from crimson walls.

As for a much ballyhooed, “pro-illegal-immigration” stance that “Machete” appears to champion, the plot is so completely preposterous, painted in such broad strokes, it’s hard to swallow the film as serious propaganda. The prejudiced villains are satanically vile opportunists and murderers. The Hispanic freedom seekers are angelic saints. Certainly, politically sensitive viewers adamantly opposed to Rodriguez’s stacked deck might take issue with “Machete” and what seems, on the surface, a one-sided agenda. But the film feels more like an exaggerated cartoon, a “Mexploitation” parody with tongue firmly in cheek.  

As Machete raps up, my inner geek is still reeling, like a grinning kid drowning in a chocolate-filled swimming pool. My notes read as follows: Human intestine used as escape rope. Bone-cutting surgical instrument duct-taped to cord for slashing enemy assailants. “Spy Kids” boy suddenly all grown up, appearing as a wiley chop shop operator. Machine gun-toting bimbo paramedics. The resurrected career of Don Johnson. Jessica Alba shower scene.

Is “Machete” a cut above, or does it merely cut the cheese? If you adore Jennifer Aniston, or abhor violence of the most relentless hybrid, chances are you will find the character – and his film – a grueling endurance test. However, if you’re pissed off and insulted by the endless assembly line of bland, Barbie-inhabiting gunk being pumped through today’s multiplex poop-chute… Machete’s your man. Likely, you’ll share his insulted rage at a system gone sour. Frankly, I’m in the latter camp.

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  1. tiger tim says:

    Putting aside the FACT that our RED China sellout
    and suck-up Hollywood and media have, yet again,
    ‘mysteriously overlooked’ BOTH the 20th Tiennamen Massacre
    AND the 60th anniversary of the staggeringly important
    60th anniversary of the KOREAN WAR —this year

    and EVEN AS 72 mmore headless Mexican corpses have been
    discovered on THAT side of the border

    WE WONDER just how much underpaid, untaxed, unserviced
    illegal labor the LONG RICH DeNiro has himself ‘used’
    to run his Tribeca restaurant, and much else, these
    past 20 years???


  2. Matthew says:

    Um…. ‘Mexploitation?’ 3 times in one review?? Seems like you’re a little eager to coin a phrase there. Gotta make sure it’s now firmly rooted in today’s post modern cineaste lexicon I suppose.

    What movie did you see? While I adored the first 20 or so minutes… and Cheech Marin, of course, that last 30 was f*****g terrible.

    There’s a difference between evoking the spirit of Grindhouse and just using it as an excuse for your movie because it’s a piece of s**t. Why couldn’t Rodriguez just make a movie? Where was the antagonist? There were 4 bad guys for god sake…. Even though you’re making a B movie, you still have to follow the rules otherwise you might as well have Trejo wink at the camera.

    I don’t buy the excuse “It’s a Grindhouse movie… so it’s supposed to be bad.” And that


    Steven Seagal fight at the end????!??! What? did he run out of time? Ideas? That was just terrible.

    I love me a good gory yarn, in fact I thought Piranha 3D was one of the best surprises of the year. And I did smile when Jessica Alba was in the shower and when heads rolled and Trejo’s intestinal wall climb but come on…’Machete’ was just f*****g lazy film making, especially from someone who is notoriously hard working and who, more often than not, has imagination to spare.

    This is the year Kick-A*s showed us that film making can be uncompromising and violent, and awesome.

    Machete was just bad… I really expect more from Rodriguez, he’s a great uncompromising voice in the industry and he needs to be making better movies, even if they’re B movies… the should be the BEST B movies around.

  3. Timothy V. says:

    Love it, and can’t wait for “Hobo with a Shotgun”.

    I feel like this style of movie is badly needed these days. One side of our the world feels that everything has to be in 3D and in your face while the other side feels every film has to ‘change your life’ in order to even warrant viewing. Sometimes enjoying a film is the point, after all I though the point was entertainment.

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