Awesome. Coolest movie of the year. Let's see: Danny Trejo as the baddest Mexican on the planet (I'd love to see him in a Proactiv ad), Jessica Alba, Michelle Rodriguez, Steven Seagal, Jeff Fahey, Don Johnson, Lindsay Lohan (either naked or in a nun's habit), Cheech Marin, and the resurgent Robert Deniro doing the kind of comedic turn he should have been doing all along (get this man a Ben Stiller restraining order). And the best use of intestines. Ever.
Robert Rodriguez makes fun movies. His Planet Terror blew away Quentin's Death Proof and his Grindhouse faux-trailer turned into this full-length kickass fest. And RobRod also seems to get fun performances out of his actors. Jessica Alba, in particular, is more life-like than she has been since, well, the guess-who-directed Sin City. Speaking of Jess, since she's a classy dame, they digitally removed her clothes for her shower scene. More proof that technology is evil. Sic em, Neo.
Here's some fun trivia from IMDB:
As Robert Rodriguez tells it, after conceiving of the character of Machete and telling Danny Trejo about it, Rodriquez started receiving phone calls at random hours of the day from Danny, trying to convince him to make the film. One day, Robert said to Danny that he was busy and asked why Danny can't just send a text message instead of constantly calling, to which Danny Trejo replied: "Machete don't text." Machete says this exact phrase in the film.