So Quentin Tarantino’s joining the (pretty much) direct to video revolution (let’s be honest–eighty-two screens is NOT a “theatrical release”.) with the film he’s “presenting”, Hell Ride.

Though his role in this one is limited to that of executive producer–which means he probably got a cut of the truly anemic gate (it’s made just short of two hundred thousand bucks so far) and procured a few of the “stars” willing to show up in this clunky little nightmare.

The early reviews have been about as kind as a shower scene in “Oz”, featuring truly CHOICE phrases like “Tarentino (sic) should be ashamed to be involved with this awful film.”, “The plot of the film is pretty flimsy, and basically tries to survive on not-so-obscure references to older B-movies and some cameos from guys like David Carradine, Dennis Hopper, and Vinnie Jones. Each one is listless in their performance, particularly Hopper who is in full-on paycheck mode at this point in his career.” and my personal fave “I spent more time looking at my watch than at the screen.”

So what’s the deal?  What got Tarantino willing to slap his name on a piece of garbage in exchange for a not-so-teeny-tiny cut of a truly teeny-tiny gate?  Some suggest friendship, others less savory things, but one thing is clear…unless he manages to pull out a hit with Inglorious Bastards, the Reservoir Dog’s True Romance with Hollywood will have definitely Curdled.

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