Not only is "Grindhouse" getting
no respect at the box office ... it's not getting any respect on the theater marquee either.
At my local multiplex last night, among the dozen or so titles on the front sign, the movie's title was spelled:
GRINHOUSE
Of course, in its own way, "Grinhouse" may be a creepier name for a horror movie than "Grindhouse." But I digress.
The point is, all this "grinning" inspired me to write a poem. So, apologies to
Judge Smails when I say:
"It's easy to grin
When the local grindhouse films begin
And you've got the zombie hordes beat.
But the stuntman worth while
Is the stuntman who can smile
Once he lures another blonde to his passenger seat."