The above image is the cover of the Planet Terror soundtrack that my little fingers have acquired, and that would lend a clue to the fact that I totally got off on the Grindhouse experience yesterday. In fact, Rodriguez and Tarantino caused me to feel like I’d been having 3 1/2 hours of rough sex, so I basically passed out afterwards for a very long sleep. Dustin Rowles and Daniel Carlson put together a great review on both movies, and the plan is for me to add a little something next week on how it made a chick feel. Mmmhmm.
Also, I was privileged to attend last weekend’s Three-Year Gala of the Hatemonger’s Quarterly crew, and I would have given the complete story last week, but I’m still miffed that Dan Riehl still won’t own up to grabbing my ass. Some people.
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Rodriguez sucks!!! I would go see Death Proof if I didn’t have to see both of the flicks. Maybe I’ll just show up halfway through.
/running away
…oops–running back for a second…
Dan’s a pervert!
/running away again
//slashies!
There was arse groping going on and I wasn’t involved? Or was I? It is all such a blur.
I am of the feminine persuasion and think both Rodriguez and Tarantino are pretty cool, but not wonderful. That said, Grindhouse was fantastic. It was like a badass rollercoaster ride for 3.5 hours. Yeah, it was long, but that’s the whole point. I felt like this was worth my money more than any other flick I’ve seen in theatres this year (possibly excepting Children of Men), because hello, you got to see two movies!
Glad to see you writing at Pajiba. I just found your site through it and like that they’re finally getting a female perspective over there.
Planet Terror > DON’T > Death Proof > Machete > Werewolf Women of the SS > Hobo With a Shotgun > Thanksgiving
Oh, and even though I much preferred Planet Terror, when Kurt Russell looks at the camera and smiles in Death Proof? I may have orgasmed right there. So damn cool.
Eli Roth’s Thanksgiving was perhaps the most hilariously disgusting piece of cinema that has ever graced the silver screen – aside from any of his full-length films of course.
He also played the role of a horny schmuck to a tee in Death Proof. Typecasting?
And yes, Kurt Russell was stellar in his role. I plan to discuss it further at Pajiba.
Be careful what you wish for…
Last night, in passing I’m made the joking reference that with her current obssession with the movie Grindhouse, Sadie Lou at AgentBedHead was becoming woefully deficient in her postings about British slackrock junkie ne’er do well Pete Doherty. Well…