1870's trailer trash go walkabout in the deserts of southern Spain tracking down Charles Bronson. They talk too much, the 'breed' (as they call him) doesn't talk at all. To think that 'The Wild Bunch' was made at this time shows Michael Winner and Sam Peckinpah were universes away. Better to buy a bottle of cheap Spanish wine than pay good money to rent this nonsense.
Review of Chato's Land
