Metacritic reviews

This is horror with a wink and a nod to drive-in theatres and sweaty back seats. This is how it's done.

It's great fun, but certainly not great art.

Mr. Rodriguez demonstrates his talents more clearly than ever -- he's visually inventive, quick-witted and a fabulous editor -- while still hampering himself with sophomoric material.

The movie's horror-comics second half is cheesy, derivative, and ultimately a little wearying. But it's also unpretentious and insanely cheerful.

Robert Rodriguez's second effort is a funny, craftily written piece of low-grade horror crapola.

On a mindless exploitation level this is pretty good, but on other levels it seems to make promises that it fails to deliver on; none of the deaths carries any moral weight, and the climactic special-effects free-for-all tends to drown out all other interests.

Spiritually it's a John Woo-George Romero-Jim Thompson picture, outrageously bloody and weird.

It's a triumph of vile over content; mindless nihilism posing as hipness.

A plodding, aggressive film that is neither engaging, disturbing nor funny.

Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez had their fun with From Dusk Till Dawn, and now they need to stay away from each other. For their own good. Forever.