I get what director Jason Eisner was trying to accomplish with Hobo With A Shotgun. Really, I do. It revels in anarchy, contains the sort of ultra-violence that would make Alex DeLarge blush and seems to sweat sleaze from every pore. And yet, the feature length adaptation of the Grindhouse faux trailer contest winner is lacking in a way that can’t be explained away with the “…but it’s supposed to be bad!” excuse. Eisner might have had the best of intentions with his poorly plotted film loaded with bad, unfunny dialogue, but do the characters have to yell at me the entire time like I did something wrong?