Machete Kills
The movie was supposed to be bad. And it was. Made no pretense of trying to be serious, just piled ludicrous mayhem on top of boobs and midriffs and allowed a bevy of actors and actresses to have fun with a ridiculous story, cheesy dialogue and relentless action.
In that it was great. Mayem, blood and gore. With boobs.
The original Machete featured a creative use of human intestines and Machete Kills took that half a step further.
The cast included Sofia BigBoobs (for whom I have never seen the attraction whatsoever, she turns me completely off), Michelle Rodriguez (yummy yes...), Carmen from Spy Kids all grown up and blazing hot in ass-less chaps, Amber Heard (all 10-foot legs of her), Jessica Alba, Vanessa Hudgins, Lady Gaga, Cuba Gooding Jr., Mel Gibson, Antonio "Nasonex" Banderas, Carlos Estevev (aka Charlie Sheen) as the president, Boyd from Justified and others I've probably forgotten.
Was it the best movie I've ever seen? No. Will it win Oscars, change the world? No. Did it tell a great story or inform me in any way? Nope. It just started romping from the pre-movie trailer and romped all the way to the end. It knew what it was and didn't try to do anything else.
I liked it. More than I probably should.
If you're in the Rodriguez/Tarantino circle you'll see a few things recycled here and there that should seem familiar. Like the guy with the crotch revolver who was in From Dusk 'Til Dawn. And the crotch revolver, too but on a different character.
Would I watch Machete Kills Again.... In Space should that movie ever be made? Yep. I'd rent it.