Hobo with a Shotgun, follows an unnamed hobo, as he arrives by train into the ironically named, Hope Town. Not long after, the hobo soon discovers that there is little hope to be had, as the town is overrun by a relentless crime-lord, named Drake, and his two abiding sons; Ivan, and Slick. Whilst the hobo is attempting to buy a lawnmower from his local pawn store, he disrupts an attempted robbery, and decides to take the law into his own hands. Instead of getting a lawnmower, the hobo decides to buy a shotgun; as he blasts away dirty cops, rapist Santas, and every piece of scum that gets in his way. Along the way, the hobo befriends a considerate prostitute named Abby, as she too helps lay out there own brand of vigilante justice.
Despite at first appearing no different to the other nostalgic grindhouse features of recent times, Hobo with a Shotgun is something much more than just exploitive violence, and over the top sleaze. As with Astron 6's Fathers Day, Hobo with a Shotgun is simply not cashing in on the ever-growing exploitation craze; it's a heartfelt step back in time for those who grew up with the genre, and a wonderful discovering for those who didn't.
Aside from the spectacular amount of energy presented, throughout its fast paced storyline, Hobo with a Shotgun helps stand out well from the crowd, with its surprisingly insightful morals, and a righteous 80's soundtrack. Not only has this film hit the nail on the head in regards to nostalgia, Hobo with a Shotgun is also technically well made in just about every aspect. Under the passionate direction of Jason Eisener, we are delivered an often zany, although undeniably strong cast performance, as well as a talented and incessant use of gravelly cinematography. The story itself, although neither too strong regarding its originality, is nonetheless faithful towards the 80's exploitation era.
Being the second film adapted from the trailers played with the double feature epic, Grindhouse; Hobo with a Shotgun is so far the most majestic. After the recent passing of our beloved Michael Winner, you may ask yourself, who will next deliver our fresh wave of b-grade vigilante justice? I have no idea, but I won't be complaining if it's Jason Eisener.
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