GRINDHOUSE
So, darlings, I have a review for Grindhouse. Here she be, spoiler-free:
Grindhouse starts out with the preview for Machete, which is basically just lots of good sight gags and some good-looking naked women. Then it's time for Planet Terror. This movie is an exercise in the disgusting. Dismemberment, zombie-like creatures that have gigantic boils on their bodies, melting penises, and of course, go-go dancers with machine gun legs. There's a plot, but not much of one. Really though, no plot is needed. Every minute is filled to the brim with violence and sex, and I LOVED IT.
The previews that come between the two movies are next. Werewolf Women of the S.S., Rob Zombie's little diddy, is fun but doesn't quite seem to fit with the self-mockery of the previous film and preview. Sheri Moon Zombie almost naked, however, makes it plenty good. The preview Don't! is silly but a bit annoying, and Thanksgiving, Eli Roth's contribution, is the most disgusting few minutes I have ever witnessed. Thanksgiving had more than enough in it's 3 or so minutes to earn the movie a HARD R rating. I've heard that some of it was removed, including a baby-eating scene, and just WHAT didn't make it intrigues me, since so much obviously did. This was the point in the movie that the couple next to me got up and left.
Finally, Death Proof. The beginning of it is slow, lots of typical Tarantino dialogue and some definite drug use and sexual innuendo. And LOTS of close-up foot shots and ass shots. Feet shots, of course, being a Tarantino must, (he's a foot fetishist), and the booty shots just being fun. After about 30 minutes of this, the rest of the movie is one giant car chase. Seriously. Almost an hour of JUST A CAR CHASE. And kids, this is not a bad thing. This is the car chase to end all car chases, culminating in the perfect ending. The sort of ending you can only dream of.
Grindhouse was a film nerd's wet dream. My wet dream.
I need to see it again. :D
~Dani
Grindhouse starts out with the preview for Machete, which is basically just lots of good sight gags and some good-looking naked women. Then it's time for Planet Terror. This movie is an exercise in the disgusting. Dismemberment, zombie-like creatures that have gigantic boils on their bodies, melting penises, and of course, go-go dancers with machine gun legs. There's a plot, but not much of one. Really though, no plot is needed. Every minute is filled to the brim with violence and sex, and I LOVED IT.
The previews that come between the two movies are next. Werewolf Women of the S.S., Rob Zombie's little diddy, is fun but doesn't quite seem to fit with the self-mockery of the previous film and preview. Sheri Moon Zombie almost naked, however, makes it plenty good. The preview Don't! is silly but a bit annoying, and Thanksgiving, Eli Roth's contribution, is the most disgusting few minutes I have ever witnessed. Thanksgiving had more than enough in it's 3 or so minutes to earn the movie a HARD R rating. I've heard that some of it was removed, including a baby-eating scene, and just WHAT didn't make it intrigues me, since so much obviously did. This was the point in the movie that the couple next to me got up and left.
Finally, Death Proof. The beginning of it is slow, lots of typical Tarantino dialogue and some definite drug use and sexual innuendo. And LOTS of close-up foot shots and ass shots. Feet shots, of course, being a Tarantino must, (he's a foot fetishist), and the booty shots just being fun. After about 30 minutes of this, the rest of the movie is one giant car chase. Seriously. Almost an hour of JUST A CAR CHASE. And kids, this is not a bad thing. This is the car chase to end all car chases, culminating in the perfect ending. The sort of ending you can only dream of.
Grindhouse was a film nerd's wet dream. My wet dream.
I need to see it again. :D
~Dani