notjustaboutsex

For some strange reason I saw a screening of Get The Gringo, Gibson’s new film, shot in Mexico, about a strange jail which functions like a small village. I thought it had said Get the Dingo, and was a nature film, narrated by Gibson.  But alas it was standard cartoon violence fare, with a Gibson, though more tattered, still cinematically charming. Lots of blood, bombs and boobs… with a few clever moments, like Gibson’s impersonation of Clint Eastwood. The film, if a little better, could have used the opportunity to say something real about drug cartels and the horrible treatment of women in Juarez and other parts of drug-controlled, machismo Mexico.  But this has its audience and maybe they will make a connect.

After the film, a host in Austin, Texas, a red haired flame of a guy, interviewed the kid actor, Kevin Hernandez and Gibson and his writer and…