Open the movie with a great song. Mariachis. Sublime. Opening scene is cool...a traffic light. Green. Jerry, this is your last job.
Scene 2. Forgive me for insulting the acting talent in scene 2. Julia and Brad...let's do this one over. Then, go ahead and hustle down to San Something south of the border. You're gettin' an El Camino. Green light.
The Mexican. In hopes that the nobleman's son would take his daughter for his bride. Flawless craftsmanship. How many things could go wrong? It's Meh-hee-ko.
The motif was darker, my son. The gunsmith's assistant learned the daughter was for the nobleman's son. Hence, the gun's unworkmanlike personality.
Plan B is now in effect. Whatever you've been through, multiply it by a thousand. When is it over? When is enough enough? It's a good one. Why is there so much dust in Mexico? Is it lack of water? My goodness...they ought to irrigate or something.
The night before the nobleman arrived, the assistant could not sleep. The son took the mighty weapon into his hands. The curse had rendered it useless. The assistant smiled. Standoff. The fate. The inordinate fate.
For the embedded humor, for the honor, I award an 8. For the sub-culture dirt and dust, I charitably send a 5.
2 comments:
Sure, it's short, but a review of "The Mexican" deserves to be short. After all, the cast was mostly short. The box office was short, and the ending was short. The whole thing was about two cards short of 52.
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