The Matador

The Matador stars with Pierce Brosnan waking up with a naked woman in bed, and then kicks into A Town Called Malice. You just know the film is going to be fun. Later in the film, Asia's Heat of the Moment comes up. It ends with The Killers' All These Things I've Done, and then El Matador by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, the perfect music to end a film with this title. The movie is goofy fun. Brosnan is really just completely awesome. If he hadn't been Bond, he probably wouldn't have gotten this film, but man, he is so much more than Bond, or a dashing man trying to steal away Robin Williams's wife in Mrs. Doubtfire (only good for David Cross's Tobias Funke's Mrs. Featherbottom). Greg Kinnear, Hope Davis, and Philip Baker Hall are all good in their roles, as well, even as they're not nearly as flashy. Writer-director Richard Shepard, who I'd never heard of until I went to the IMDB for the film, apparently directed some (reportedly terrible) softcore porn for Playboy in the 90s, and after this film two years ago, directed the pilots for both Criminal Minds and Ugly Betty. I'm not sure which makes me respect him less.