SummaryGeorge Clooney and Quentin Tarantino star as the Gecko brothers -- two dangerous outlaws on a wild crime spree. After kidnapping a father (Keitel) and his two kids (Lewis), the Geckos head south to a seedy Mexican bar to hide out in safety. But when they face the bar's truly notorious clientele, they're forced to team up with their hosta...
SummaryGeorge Clooney and Quentin Tarantino star as the Gecko brothers -- two dangerous outlaws on a wild crime spree. After kidnapping a father (Keitel) and his two kids (Lewis), the Geckos head south to a seedy Mexican bar to hide out in safety. But when they face the bar's truly notorious clientele, they're forced to team up with their hosta...
Imagine two movies...The first is a moody thriller about two brothers who pull off a bank job, take a family hostage, and head for Mexico. The second is a garish horror freak-out. The deranged hook of From Dusk Till Dawn is that it starts out as the first movie and turns, on a dime, into the second.
Mr. Rodriguez demonstrates his talents more clearly than ever -- he's visually inventive, quick-witted and a fabulous editor -- while still hampering himself with sophomoric material.
On a mindless exploitation level this is pretty good, but on other levels it seems to make promises that it fails to deliver on; none of the deaths carries any moral weight, and the climactic special-effects free-for-all tends to drown out all other interests.
Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez had their fun with From Dusk Till Dawn, and now they need to stay away from each other. For their own good. Forever.
This is a fun movie that just jumps from plotline to plotline to plotline it. Just always on the move and it's just interesting to watch and special effects are hilarious in the later half of the movie in a good way.
all the acting is good and believable and script is you know written like a Tarantino movies so it's expect a long dialogues about stuff, but in the good way if you like Tarantino.
“Peachy, Kate. The world's my oyster, except for the fact that I just rammed a wooden stake in my brother's heart because he turned into a vampire, even though I don't believe in vampires. Aside from that unfortunate business, everything's hunky-dory.”
Clooney and Tarantino patronizes the brotherhood with warmth which is a complete shock in contrast to this vampire bloodbath.
From Dusk Till Dawn
Rodriguez is searching for a crowd. And with this crowd pleasing pop culture commercial cinema, he may have found it with the help of a big production and even bigger cast. But all the likeable ingredients couldn't make me nod to any of their theories. First and foremost what I found most fascinating is how smart actually the concept and the structure of the script is. Quentin Tarantino's screenplay and Robert Rodriguez's direction are both going in the same direction, their eyes might be on different topics but they are at least in sync, unlike the previous experience of Tarantino with Tony Scott that I found a bit uneven. But this time I am to blame even Tarantino for it. For the structure of the script is incredibly promising and has enormous potential.
The script is bafflingly smart. It starts with a crime scene that marks the territory and as it proceeds further and further, the madness multiplies and the boundaries are pushed periodically. Now, this is an engaging journey to go through. Jumping in one from one location to another, one genre to another and one tone of violence to another, but this is all shucked out of the window by the execution. What all Rodriguez had to do was acknowledge the current state, position, scenario that is explored in this wild ride.
As soon as he accepts the presence of each character the film should electrify all those elements that were meant to shock the viewers. And it is not that he hasn't tried. With a hands-on camera work that gives a personal look from a character's perspective, he has made us look through their spects plenty of times. But From Dusk Till Dawn, none of the characters notify us physically or verbally of their inner emotions of the world they revolve around.
Another bunch of sicko crap from Tarantino, who is one of the sickest wackos ever to come out of Hollywood. Having Clooney in it only made it worse - if that was possible.