[A] satisfying banquet of pulp filmmaking.

Rodriguez's second feature may be a rambling, derivative exercise in gratuitous violence, but its determination to proceed as if the word 'restraint' never existed makes for gleeful entertainment.

Mr. Rodriguez may be good enough to make a film about anything, but Desperado would collapse if its characters had to do anything but play with guns.

There’s style to burn in Robert Rodriguez’s enjoyable follow-up to his 1992 art-house hit El Mariachi.