Hobo With a Shotgun

Hobo With A Shotgun is as likely to please Quentin Tarantino fans as it is to offend everyone else, with scenes of elaborate decapitations and scantily clad women writhing in the ensuing blood spatter.

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 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).

I've got to admit there are flashes of demented brilliance in this hardcore crassploitation splatter pic.

Jason Eisener's Hobo with a Shotgun is trash with a difference: designer trash.

From the acting to the production design, the heightened presentation will test viewers (and not in a good way), even those versed in exploitation films of this sort.

There are two kinds of people in the world, people who will watch a movie called Hobo With A Shotgun, and people who will avoid it at all costs. I fall in the former category, and if you do too, I have to believe that you will fall in love.

I'm happy to see Hauer is still blowing folks away but I really do hope that the rest of the actors in this film never, ever work in front of the camera again.

Some may argue that Hobo with a Shotgun encapsulates a joke worn thin, but the B-movie energy that pulses through the veins of this beast is not to be denied.