quentin tarentino and robert rodriguez try ( i would say and with mixed success ) to honor the history of grindhouse movie low budget movie shoot with gonzo velocity and lot of cleaver and cleavage . what tarentino and rodriguez try to celebrate from their mink line and gold plat director chair and these guy do all by their loathsome lonesome and and crank out el charro . a masterpiece . no not by a long shot . but and you know and it do have all the hallmark of grindhouse represent barely comprehensible plotting and bizarre riff from the periphery and car on desert highway and bad dialog and bad cop and bad bar and some nonsense about curse and babble priest and bucket of blood and a couple hundred f bomb and and ( duh ) topless woman . if youre look for el charro to introduce you to next round of cinematic genius and you will be sorely disappointed . but and if you have be hanker for some drive in quality and b movie slasher junk then why the hell not . ( the soundtrack kind of kick a and by the way ) .