Ok, first this is solely a review of Straight to Hell, as I still have to watch the second helping of Cox that is Death & the Compass.
The inclusion in this film of a conga line of bandits and assorted miscreants dancing to a song about hot dogs should be enough to give a reasonable impression of what to expect. General film making statutes and expectations are hysterically blown assunder, more so than the likes of Tarantino, and others who still work within Hollywood confines despite their protestations of 'originality' would dare. OK the general absurdity of this maelstrom of unravelling chaos may border from a homage to Spaghetti westerns into a parody of them, but let us remember the film title. This IS a plummet right into Hell, as only Alex Cox could maybe envisage: a 'Lord of the Flies' grown up where all the misfits and outcasts or society converge and live in their own 'Mad Max' style world - amidst some gorgeously barren and ruined scenery. Strangers are viewed as threats, then welcomed, then distrusted again, often resulting in being randomly shot. Yet striving through it all is a ridiculous humour highlighting that films, like life itself, contains the improbable, impossible and the insane.
What else would you expect from a film starring The Pogues?