Hot damn. To put it bluntly, this drawn out Grindhouse anticipation is giving me a case of figurative blue balls. It seems this is a common affliction, since Ain’t It Cool News has published “The Only GRINDHOUSE Review You Ever Need To Read” – but obviously that claim just isn’t true. Simply because because a critic spooges first doesn’t mean that prospective audiences won’t read the better reviews. Anyway, on with the premature ejaculation:

That’s what GRINDHOUSE is. It’s a taquito buffet that you puke up after getting hit with a motorcycle, and it turns into a bikini chick that blows you and kills your boss with a hammer.

Eh, I’ve had better, but hold tight – a lot more is on the way! Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez are not only gods among directors, but they are masters of movie publicity.

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