The movie that made my weekend
Yes. You wouldn't think so, but yes.
GRINDHOUSE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
It was a nearly four hour embargo full of zombies and random explosions and crack shots and car crash murders and stunt people and SO MUCH VIOLENCE. Brilliant. Seriously.
I actually didn't want to go, originally. It seemed like a waste of time and money. I am so glad I went though. When we came out, Evan was saying he felt sick. I, however, felt absolutely wonderful, because how can you not after laughing for nearly four hours straight?
There were digital scratches and go go dancers and many many sliced off scrotums (yeah, that was sick). There were "missing reels" a.k.a. sex scenes that weren't, hilarious fake movie ads, the girl with the gun leg, and so much more. It's nearly impossible to fully describe what went on because there was so much...
Not to mention how awesome it felt to actually get into the theater.
I mean, everyone got in eventually, but only the three or so of us that were actually 17 got in originally. I never felt so happy to be carded in front of all the younger ones... *sigh* and rub it in their faces, of course. Since hardly anyone could go and 300 was showing at the exact same time in another theater, a bunch of us started heading that way. But then Prashant told me the first fifteen minutes sucked, and so we switched theaters with every intention of going back.
Like hell we did. We got sucked into the grindhouse scene (in which, I must add, Fergie dies very violently) and couldn't bear to leave our seats. Somehow, the others snuck in later, but it doesn't matter. They got lucky.
Also, one of the theater worker boys liked my shirt, so all in all, it was a well-rounded evening.
AH, and I forgot to mention the beautiful cars and the amazing soundtrack, which I completely own now (first on my agenda, almost). Oh, such music... Mmmmm.
Anyway, it was completely worth my time. I was very very very pleasantly surprised. It's bloody brilliant.
Figuratively and oh so literally. <3
GRINDHOUSE WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
It was a nearly four hour embargo full of zombies and random explosions and crack shots and car crash murders and stunt people and SO MUCH VIOLENCE. Brilliant. Seriously.
I actually didn't want to go, originally. It seemed like a waste of time and money. I am so glad I went though. When we came out, Evan was saying he felt sick. I, however, felt absolutely wonderful, because how can you not after laughing for nearly four hours straight?
There were digital scratches and go go dancers and many many sliced off scrotums (yeah, that was sick). There were "missing reels" a.k.a. sex scenes that weren't, hilarious fake movie ads, the girl with the gun leg, and so much more. It's nearly impossible to fully describe what went on because there was so much...
Not to mention how awesome it felt to actually get into the theater.
I mean, everyone got in eventually, but only the three or so of us that were actually 17 got in originally. I never felt so happy to be carded in front of all the younger ones... *sigh* and rub it in their faces, of course. Since hardly anyone could go and 300 was showing at the exact same time in another theater, a bunch of us started heading that way. But then Prashant told me the first fifteen minutes sucked, and so we switched theaters with every intention of going back.
Like hell we did. We got sucked into the grindhouse scene (in which, I must add, Fergie dies very violently) and couldn't bear to leave our seats. Somehow, the others snuck in later, but it doesn't matter. They got lucky.
Also, one of the theater worker boys liked my shirt, so all in all, it was a well-rounded evening.
AH, and I forgot to mention the beautiful cars and the amazing soundtrack, which I completely own now (first on my agenda, almost). Oh, such music... Mmmmm.
Anyway, it was completely worth my time. I was very very very pleasantly surprised. It's bloody brilliant.
Figuratively and oh so literally. <3