Dusk. Dawn. Not Twilight.

They know how to shoot (supposing Tarantino meddled behind the camera too). Maybe an overdose of ocher tones at some point, but hey, it works.


Clooney is good in a rather undemanding role.
Tarantino writes his character into sucking tequila off Hayek's foot. That's a lot of money to indulge in his private proclivities. He does make for a very convincing psychopath. Sure hope he's acting.

To be honest, Hayek's scene is hot as sin. Well, until it's not. Being a true feminist, she hides from the male gaze behind her massive mammaries and luscious figure. And her superior acting skills. I mean, she's rather good, but she launched her career with Desperado and this. And Dogma. And Four Rooms. She's the dancing bikini TV girl. Notice a theme. Makes her later discourse Johansson-level of hypocritical.
Lewis is not at her best here. No real reproach, just, she's done better.
The rest of the cast is a bit stiff for my taste; I mean, it's not a serious movie, nobody's getting out alive.

The first half of the movie - the gangster part - is highly atmospheric. Reminiscent of Reservoir Dogs. The second half is just mindless fun. About as far from Twilight as possible while still having vampires. And a disco ball.
Weird vampires, death mariachis, crotch cannon, it has it all.

Neither Rodriguez' nor Tarantino's best, but stupidly enjoyable. Except not for kids. Or older people. Probably not most women either.