Ángeles y forajidos

It's certainly not for everyone.

Low budget, bloody, dark, and disturbing. Although, the blood was exaggerated and cartoonish like a comic book movie.

The costumes were dirty and and lived in. The houses/sets looked like real shacks. Everybody and everything looked legitimately dusty, sweaty, and lived in. Living in the Southwest you get to realizing that nothing is ever clean.

The blood might put off some older folks, but I think that this is pretty normal for an independent film in our post Terintino, made-for-cable world.

The cinematography was surprisingly good. The editing was tight. Well directed, edited, and acted.

There were even a couple pretty songs. I kinda wish that they had leaned in to that a little more, but that might have made it too cheesy, so maybe not.

Sort of a modern Treasure of Sierra Modre. The literal bloody money bags were almost too heavy handed.

Also, that's Clint Eastwood's real life granddaughter as the main young woman. Her mother (his daughter) was even in it (but not as her mother).