One Paragraph Movie Review: Hobo With a Shotgun

You don't have to be a twelve year-old boy high on Mountain Dew and Hot Rods to like Hobo With a Shotgun, but it's a good place to start. You could also be a twelve-year-old boy in a twenty-three year old woman's body. That worked for me, and it could work for you too. It's a fine export from Nova Scotia, a province finally delivering something besides (shudder) Celtic revival music, and features a Hobo With a Shotgun, his sidekick the Hooker with a Heart of Gold (and Even Better Rack) and a bunch of evil dudes. Supporting credit must also go out to as much red paint/blood as Canadian Tire was probably stocking on film day. Rutger Hauer is the titular hobo, who goes head-to-head with the megalomaniacal Drake and his goony sons in order to clean up Hope City. Naturally, Hope City is less hopeful and more like a Canadian version of RoboCop's Detroit; slightly cleaner and housing George Stroumboulopoulos. But it's Strombo's cameo, as well as those by other Canadian celebrities, that are the only awkward notes in 90 minutes of good, nasty, Troma-inspired fun.