The costumes and hairstyles are some real pieces of work. But the characters are racial caricatures. The first introduction between the main characters is an entirely racially charged and prejudiced stand-off. Given such a stupid, humble beginning, you wouldn't expect good things to come to fruition, but they try to. Somewhat, when the creep-factor doesn't smother them. The low-brow thread is maintained in bits and pieces of comic relief central to the bigoted "Whitey" hit man, while the real story dealing with disillusionment and loss of innocence mostly revolves around the two main villains (one of whom is David Carradine) and the two hit men known as "Foreigner" and "Blackie". So you almost have two movies, one with junk dialogue against one with philosophical quandaries, one with cheeseball delivery caricatures against one with wooden performances depicting creeps. The creepier subject matter constantly detracts from the movie's better qualities. The camera work is minimal, but the framing is quality.