Ten years after its release, Austin-bred Director Robert Rodriguez's El Mariachi is still the subject of Texas-sized legend. People who have never seen the film still know about the circumstances of its production. They know about the borrowed camera. They've heard rumors about the director raising money by guinea-pigging himself out for bizarre medical experiments. Perhaps an inkling about the amateur actors? No question about the $7,500 budget.
But what gets lost among the stories about El Mariachi's genesis is the fact that with a micro budget and macro cojones Rodriguez made a debut feature that's a whole lot of fun. Get over the fascination with how little it cost and just dig on main bad guy Moco's excellent all-white guyabera outfit. Next time you light a cigarette, strike a match on someone's face. Or when you ask for a beer, demand that it comes "en botella, wey." And when you ride off into the sunset on your motorcycle, make sure your faithful dog is sitting on the back.
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