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The movie just blows chunks.
A merrily blood-soaked homage to the vigilante action movies of the 1970s and early 1980s, "Hobo'' is a good idea in theory that's brought down by the banality of its practice.
"Hobo" breathes new life into the demented realm of grindhouse cinema - a world that had grown pretty stale to this point.
Even connoisseurs of the genre (and I confess, I'm not one) will find the cheesy chopfests and gratuitous gore less than exciting as one urban prosthetics-strewn bloodbath begets the next.
What really puts this over-the-top extravaganza over the top is Hauer's ferocious and oddly sincere performance.
A grim, visually ugly, intermittently funny-occasionally preachy piece with only the estimable Mr. Hauer to recommend it.
Such a desperate attempt at being one of Robert Rodriguez or Quentin Tarantino's '70s exploitation throwbacks that it's a little bit sad.
A cult picture that's completely comfortable in its own skin.
Great title, but this silly vigilante action movie is so exaggerated, so over-the-top that it is over the hill. It has gone to seed and needs to be weeded.
This one is a sicko exercise in meaningless entertainment, geared for those who get off on moronic bloodbath pics.
Gloriously over-the-top blood pudding about a homeless man (Hauer) who goes Dirty Harry on a dead-end town run by sadistic crims.
It's a grindhouse mess but it stars Rutger Hauer!
This film isn't for the weak of stomach or the tenderhearted. But if you think you can enjoy its silly, explosive and splatter nature, it's a nice dose of fun.
Rutger Hauer is the show, the whole show, and nothing but the show in Hobo with a Shotgun, a throwback that, for all its bloodletting and supposed shock value, feels comparatively conventional and tame.
Fun to a point, but by about the hour mark I was more than ready to check out.
The relentless and pointless sadism of the film left me cold and bored, which not even the presence of Rutger Hauer could cure.
A film that can't resist picking its own scabs.
Hobo With a Shotgun reminded me of Hatchet, another inexplicable genre favorite that, from where I sat, seemed to do little but rearrange genre tropes to get a Pavlovian rise from its niche audience.
Rutger Hauer at least seems to be in on the joke, even if the joke wears pretty thin.
Belongs at the bottom of a disused coal mine in one of those desperately impoverished West Virginia townships that advertise for people to send them their nuclear waste.
It stomps over any notions of good taste and credibility after roughly five minutes.
Fans of the genre will relish the ironies (or, as it's known in the trade, the chance to have your cake and eat it).
This is a gloriously OTT, gore-filled riot.
Like most of its kind, it's just so bad it's bad.
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