Than Johnny Depp, Antonio Banderas, and massive amounts of carnage.

I loved Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Plot, shmot! It didn’t need one!

It was nice seeing it in a crappy movie theater on a weekday evening. It was totally deserted, and I felt like I had my own private screening, and I sat and snickered at Johnny Depp’s t-shirts. Which he evidently decided was a key character choice, and he had his sister go shopping for him in Florida, because “Florida has no shortage of idiotic t-shirts”

What really really distracted me throughout the movie (this is no major spoiler) was El Mariachi walking around strumming a unvarnished guitar. I kept thinking doesn’t varnish change the tone of the instrument? Is that really how an unfinished guitar would sound? I somehow doubt it, but I’m not sure.

Ah well, I’m a librarian, I can look it up tomorrow.