Once I started watching this for free on Amazon Prime - I would never pay money for this crap - it didn't take me long to surmise that this was a movie made for 16 year old boys. About an hour into it, I realized that this thought was premature and unwarranted. This is a movie made for 12 year old boys!
In pondering how a festering turd like this gets made and released, I came up with the following scenario. Imagine that a film school dropout inherits a large sum of money from a recently deceased relative. Then imagine that the dropout says to himself, "I'm gonna make a movie that is a slap in the face to all the people who laughed at me when I said that Boondock Saints and Smokin' Aces were the greatest films of all time."
Then imagine that he says, "I'll make it the ultimate white supremacist fantasy movie by having the main characters kill off a Mexican gang, a black gang and a Native American gang all before the credits roll."
Here's the problem though. He presents the script to the studio and the executives say, "We're not so sure about the whole love-letter-to-Hitler approach. To avoid insinuations of this, we're thinking you make the kid character a differently-abled person. This way, if someone mentions Hitler, we can hit them back with hey, Hitler would have disposed of someone like this kid! Also, we're thinking that Celeste should be Latina and Millard should be black - two minority characters in sympathetic, albeit criminal roles."
And just like that, racist crisis averted.
But then the film school drop-out says, "I'll make these alterations on one condition. I get to indulge my fantasies of murdering women by having the protagonists easily dispose of an all female gang."
The executives respond with, "Whatever kid! It's your funeral."
I know, people! I know! I'm a bleeding-heart liberal with my knickers in a bunch. I will concede that this is not an overtly racist or misogynistic movie, but.... come on! I mean, think about it! By the end of this movie, these three white rednecks have killed Mexicans, African Americans, Native Americans and women and their reward is a snazzy new 4x4.
The only reason I give it 2 stars and not 1 is because it is watchable at best. In conclusion, I will say this. You could choose to watch this movie or you could choose to pour Mountain Dew and sunflower seeds into a bucket, dunk your head into it and remain submerged for the duration of Toby Keith's "If I Was Jesus," thus inducing a hillbilly coma. Regardless of which one you choose, you will come out of the experience feeling dizzy and dumb.