I loved this movie for what it does well: stone-cold gravitas and stylish ultra-violence. But before you watch this, you need to know what you are getting yourself into. This is Troy Duffy directing, and Troy Duffy is a mixed bag. And so is this movie.
First, the good. The violence is sufficiently violent, and almost devoid of suffering or gore. Not so much cartoonish as stylized, like ballet. Violence as art. Maybe I'm a bad person, but I really enjoyed Troy Duffy's strangely bloodless and painless ultra-violent death orgies. I am guessing it would be even more fun after a couple of beers.
Say what you want about her unconvincing Southern accent, but Julie Benz knocked my socks off with her depiction of a hot, mature, highly competent woman at home in her own skin and comfortable with her sex appeal. The shortcomings in the character as written were largely overcome by some highly enjoyable and incredibly professional acting on Benz's part. Wow.
Let's touch on the bad stuff so that you can decide if you want to put up with it. First, male nudity. I don't care what you do in your own home, have at it. But I do not want to see it. There was plenty of male nudity and, frankly, it annoyed me. Incontinence happened a couple of times and that annoyed me, too. If you can shoot several dozen holes in people without depicting blood, then you can avoid close-ups of potty accidents. Then there was the convoluted, half-baked plot twists. These certainly did not add anything to the movie, and they wasted time and strained my patience.
And yet, five stars. Here's the thing: the bad stuff in the movie wasn't very bad. The good stuff was super-duper-good. This movie really was a good time. If you are more sensitive to bad taste than I am, maybe give it a pass. Otherwise, dive in--this movie is a lot of fun.