In a world where political correction rules with an iron fist (or, with an element 26 fist, as not to offend other transition metals) comes a movie with a display of in- your-guts graphic (and amazingly badass) violence that's enough to make a room of dry-vagina soccer moms cannibalize each other and then ask for seconds.
They call him Machete, yet they also call him a cold bloded, ass kicking, labour inducing assasin, but that's beside the point. The point is, exploitation flicks are back and for those who enjoy to keep tabs on explosions and decapitations, this feels like the first cigarrete after hauling your ass across the ocean in a cramped little sit next to a drunk venezuelan and an unshaved and unbathed greek (not that I have seen it).
But please, let the images talk for themselves, however, to any non-cholo/chicano living in Arizona, I would definitely not fuck with the mexicans, those eses can rally an army when they have to, can you imagine a platoon of machete-wielding, mustache-sporting mariachis storming your frontyard? now, that's entertainment...
P.S. I have to admit that the prospect of watching a certain blonde dressed as a 44. magnum wielding nun makes me very curious...
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