There is a place in my heart for "grindhouse films." While I didn't grow up in the era of second run theaters playing Machete Maidens and the like, I did grow up on tons of wonderful b-movie crap on Cinemax and Showtime in the 1980s. Needless to say, there was no short supply of bad acting, ta-tas, gore, and Eric Roberts.
Bounty Killer continues the growing interest in grindhouse cinema, a revival that I'm convinced was caused exclusively by Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez's failed double feature experiment from a few years back. Ever since then I've noticed a consistent flow of totally ridiculous, totally self-aware trash cinema on Netflix and Direct-to-Video. I think we are all better off for it.
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