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Banderas... remember him? Some women used to think he was hot stuff, or something. Rodriguez seems to be trying to turn him into the Mexican Clint Eastwood, but that doesn't quite work, because (a) Banderas isn't Mexican, and (b) as Pedro Almódovar and fans of Rodriguez's own Spy Kids franchise have learned, stoic isn't necessarily the way to go for a man with such a natural flair for comedic acting. Banderas was fun when tweaking the archetype a bit in The Mask of Zorro and Desperado, but here he's one of many ingredients thrown into a big stew, vanishing off-screen for what feels like long stretches, and pitted against a firecracker performance by Depp, while seemingly being told by writer-director Rodriguez to play things as humorlessly as possible. Even Clint occasionally got a laugh or two back in the day.
The film's title suggests that Rodriguez was looking to Sergio Leone for inspiration, but it actually plays more like the typical output of Takashi Miike, the Japanese "outlaw" director who, in his early 40s, has made 60+ films, many of them over-the-top, absurdist, ultraviolent crime movies that feel slapped together on the fly. Such Miike films as Ichi the Killer often come across as amalgamations of everything the director happened to think was cool at that moment.
Likewise, Once Upon A Time in Mexico: In addition to being shot on Rodriguez's favorite new toy (the Sony 24P digital camera) and starring Depp and Banderas, the movie features Mickey Rourke, Willem Dafoe, Enrique Iglesias, Eva Mendes, Ruben Blades, Cheech Marin, Danny Trejo, and Salma Hayek, not to mention a plot with more double-crosses and subplots than you could possibly imagine. The auteur's irreverence is infectious -- opening credits call Once Upon a Time in Mexico "a Robert Rodriguez flick" and note that it was "shot, chopped and scored" by Rodriguez -- but a little more distance from his creation, or a high-level collaborator to offer a second opinion, might have improved the storytelling tremendously.
It's kinda-sorta the third film in Rodriguez's Mexico series, which began with El Mariachi (itself loosely based on the spaghetti Western Django) and continued with Desperado, but continuity's not this series' strong suit. Trejo and Marin, for instance, were killed in Desperado only to return in the new film as different characters, and each movie has been a tonal shift from its predecessor. El Mariachi was more comedic and quirky than the kinetic, John Woo-inspired Desperado. Once Upon a Time in Mexico tries to have it both ways, incorporating larger action sequences into a lower-budget framework, but as with the Spy Kids sequels, which Rodriguez was so proud to have made for less money than the original, the corner-cutting feels like corner-cutting. Digital video is a tool like any other, but the fact is the actors' faces look too red, and the shotgun blasts and explosions simply don't look as stylish as they did on film last time around. Advance hype had it that this would be the movie to prove DV could look as good as film. Uh, nope.
OK, let's see if there's any way to succinctly explain the story, not that it matters greatly because it all boils down to a buncha guys shooting one another with unfeasibly massive shotgun pistols, but here goes: CIA Agent Sands (Depp) wants to instigate a coup against the president of Mexico (Pedro Armendariz), but isn't necessarily keen on the lead rebel General Marquez (Gerardo Vigil), who's backed by drug kingpin Barillo (Dafoe). Therefore, Sands hires the mysterious El Mariachi (Banderas, of course) to whack Marquez shortly after the coup takes place, knowing that El Mariachi has a score to settle anyway, because Marquez offed his wife and daughter. Meanwhile, Sands is also moving to eliminate Barillo, by provoking retired FBI Agent Jorge into a righteous anger with reminders that Barillo tortured and killed Jorge's best friend. Jorge's still methodical, though; he tries to get to Barillo by putting the screws to the drug lord's American sidekick Billy (Rourke, fully accessorized with the annoying dog he insists on having in all his films). Sands is also having an affair with a beautiful federal agent (Mendes), who may or may not be on the same page.
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