You need to be part of a small eccentric group of movie-lovers to appreciate what's been done here. We always groan they don't make movies like they used to, but director Anna Biller has done exactly that: she's recreated one of those corny low-budget sex-and-violence-filled colorful movies of the 70s, where the plot was laughable, the acting was somewhat intentionally awful, the soundtrack was so Ennio Morricone, and the copious blood looked like light-colored ketchup (Tarantino is famous for these grind-house resurrections). Except in those times, nobody appreciated them. Now we do; especially the pain to reawaken the same feeling.
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