saw this monster last night-- three of the silliest hours i've spent in some time, except on certain afternoons of my work week when i have certain patients one after another--- tons of fun, and none of it even makes the slightest bit of sense. kurt russell in the tarantino segment playing 'stuntman mike' is absolutely hilarious...the film is two halves: one, a whole bunch of girls sitting around doing pointless tarantino dialog, which serves the purpose of getting to the equally pointless and totally gripping, mind bending chase scene...


the rodriguez section 'planet terror' gives new meaning to the term 'over the top'--an insanely over-amped, totally non-sensical excuse to put as much carnage, decay, and mayhem into every frame of film that can possibly be accomplished. and when rose mcgowan gets her machine gun leg, oh, man...

take some time out and go have some fun

This one is a definant, sit in a theater, munch on the popcorn, must see. I'm really looking forward to it, thanks for the review Doc...

Rose McGowan is hawt.

'nuff said.

Prolly WON'T go see it, but sounds like a good rental...Last several times I've gone to a theater, I swear I'll never go back-the trash, the feckin' 6'8" idiot RIGHT IN FRONT-wearing a cap, of course, the 17, 132 teenage grrrrls who are in a steady stream goin' back 'n' forth the whole movie, the at least 4 or 5 babies who are in EVERY audience nowadays per Federal law & who start screaming...or the little shithead behind me who kicks the back of my seat the whole time-when HE isn't screaming, of course...That gal needs to take her M-60 leg & straighten about half these fools out...

Just when I though Tarantino was slipping, then comes Grindhouse. Im looking forward to seeing it. Your right, his stuff is disjointed at best but I love his style. When he's on he's on.

RC

I agree with Sandy. I can't wait for the DVD!
Tom

Prolly WON'T go see it, but sounds like a good rental...Last several times I've gone to a theater, I swear I'll never go back-the trash, the feckin' 6'8" idiot RIGHT IN FRONT-wearing a cap, of course, the 17, 132 teenage grrrrls who are in a steady stream goin' back 'n' forth the whole movie, the at least 4 or 5 babies who are in EVERY audience nowadays per Federal law & who start screaming...or the little shithead behind me who kicks the back of my seat the whole time-when HE isn't screaming, of course...That gal needs to take her M-60 leg & straighten about half these fools out...

Sandy,

I kind of agree with you - at least as far as a Fri, Sat, Sun, holiday showings are concerned. I will occasionally go to a theatre during the week during the day....small audience of adults who are usually quiet....and it's easy to move away from the idiot with the hat. I have found that I prefer netflix though....it's just easier and the popcorn is cheaper...

I try to go to the latest shows I can. 10PM, or if they have one at midnight...

']I try to go to the latest shows I can. 10PM, or if they have one at midnight...

That might work too...except that I would sleep through the movie

:boring:

...An' by the time good movies make it down here to East Bumblefunk, they're usually 10th generation copies, or worn out w/so many splits, you just kinda say aww, thehellwithit...<grin>

...An' by the time good movies make it down here to East Bumblefunk, they're usually 10th generation copies, or worn out w/so many splits, you just kinda say aww, thehellwithit...<grin>

So, YOUR TOWN's cinema is the inspiration for Grindhouse!

Well I just got back from seeing this and I LOVED IT!
Three and a half hours whizzed by in nothing flat and I enjoyed every minute of it.

The fake "Trailers" are funnier than hell, advertising movies like "Machete" "Werewolf for the SS" and "Thanksgiving". :lmao:

I agree with Sandy about the rude people so I drove the 50 miles to Pasadena to see it at a more "Artsy" type theater where the audience is a bit more mature and respectful, it was great, not many people and the ones who were there were quiet and really into the film.

Forget high-brow culture- this is pure Americana teenage angst, dust, dents, bondo, and drive in pregnancy thrills...

I'm gonna pay someone $20 to sock me in the nose hard and $10 to kick me in the groin even harder (groin kicks are almost a dime a dozen- trust me on this), slip off a bit to douse my throat with a few home-mix margaritas made with Mr. & Mrs. T's, slick my hands with brake fluid and axle grease and transmission fluid, grab a greasy corn dog, a foot-long Marathon Bar, some Candy Root Beer Bottle-Caps and Fruit Razzles, a fistfull of tooth-rot Pixie Stix and a bucket of undercooked, over-buttered, greasy gum-damaging popcorn, and see this utterly trashy treat of Tarantino, this really Raucus Raunch of Rodriguez...

And enjoy it more than I enjoyed the aching, the itch and strain of puberty itself!

I remember in 1973 seeing Clockwork Orange in the backseat of a Mercury Cougar while my godfather tamed a "Cougar" with his mastery of the horizontal bop and his expert wielding of his meat baton in the squeaky vinyl olive green front bench seat of said Mercury cougar, with his recent 17 years and 11-months old hireee employee hairdresser, still smelling of a thick tacky film of Aquanet and industrial perm solution from her first day's work as a "happy hairderesser", earning her first week's rent away from mom and daddy...

And I remember in 1976 seeing Star Wars in a 66' Mustang, where the youngest member of the group that night dropped a slice of pizza on the sun-bleached pale dull pink hood, leaving a shiny scarlet oily triangle imbeded i the dulled flakey powdery paint to forever cement the memory of the night I saw Mark Hamill playing a young piss-pants boychild to the stud-muffin of the sex-in-a-leather-vest, carpenter-by-day-trade of Harrison Ford, who's knowledge of tenpenny nails was once proven on national TV live in front of Johnny Carson, and who's manhood musta been legendary, probably hooked and barbed like a tiger's phallus.

So, I hope Tarantino can pull off this attempt of a true roadhouse-style drive-in theater experience of the 70's, and match those thrills I experienced in the run-down drive-ins across the east coast, with their heaving rolling parking lots and aluminum housed pole-mounted speaker boxes, that you know, tore off the windows of numerous LeMans and Chevelles over the years when the pre-occupied driver hit the "hang ten" gas pedal cover on the floor...

I expect to come back from this flick with a nosebleed, a scab or two, an itchy scalp, sticky hair, the secret to how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop, Cracker-Jack flakes in my feathered bangs, a round tear in the knee of my Toughskins (but no damage to my knee flesh- thank lord for that double material!), Ju-jy-Fruits glued to my molars, popcorn Grease Stains on my randy "Who's a Pepper?" ringer T-shirt, and a Day-Glo Phillips 66 gas station condom stuck to my Pro-Keds...

Anything less, and I'll ask for my money back, and rent the double feature of "Girl on a Motorcycle" and "Two Lane Blacktop", some Brubaker, and use the rest to buy an oregano and reefer hand-rolled cigarette...

I have no idea what I just read, or what the hell it has to do with this movie, but I have no intention of re-reading it again to look for any connection.

...well then, are you afraid of my scar... or my car?

...well then, are you afraid of my scar... or my car?
You forgot acouple things, but being I probably did more drugs than you while reaching my manhood. I can't remember what I was going to tell you. Hmmmmmmmmmmm...what was I gonna say?:smoke:

toze-- i think TDH is saying he 'was there when it all went down'...

I have no idea what I just read, or what the hell it has to do with this movie, but I have no intention of re-reading it again to look for any connection.

Reminded me of "Howl"...you want to stop reading, but you inexplicably can't.

:banana:

Prolly WON'T go see it, but sounds like a good rental...Last several times I've gone to a theater, I swear I'll never go back-the trash, the feckin' 6'8" idiot RIGHT IN FRONT-wearing a cap, of course, the 17, 132 teenage grrrrls who are in a steady stream goin' back 'n' forth the whole movie, the at least 4 or 5 babies who are in EVERY audience nowadays per Federal law & who start screaming...or the little shithead behind me who kicks the back of my seat the whole time-when HE isn't screaming, of course...That gal needs to take her M-60 leg & straighten about half these fools out... Frankly, I think that the entertainment provided by the others in the theatre would be the most enjoyable part of sitting through this particular movie.
Just my opinion. I could be wrong.

I see the connection.

A bunch of us guys were gonna go see it last nite. Didn't get out of the all you can eat seafood/sushi buffet early enough.

Will try again next weekend.

This was the most ridiculous, over the top, gross, disgusting, preposterous, Bizarre, ludicrous movie I have ever seen.

I loved every second.

But that Thanksgiving trailer was just WRONG!! :lmao:

I had recorded earlier in the week "The Sound of Music"- I watched it last night. Of course, I've seen it-more or less several times thruout my life, but last nite, I kept going back to thinking about "The Grindhouse" while I was watching it. Why can't they make movies like "Music" anymore ? I haven't seen "Grindhouse" yet, but I have a sneaking suspicion it & "Music" couldn't be more different. "Music" might be a little corny & juvenile, but I felt good after it was over-felt happy for the characters, the good guys triumphed, etc. "Grindhouse" would seem to be nothing but pure violence for violence's sake. Or am I just a hopeless, provincial fuddy-duddy who's completely out of it ?

Why can't they make movies like "Music" anymore ?

Studios are only willing to make films that they are pretty sure will make money. They don't take risks anymore. Look at all the comic book movies coming out this year, I love them, but C'mon Hollywood, how about some original ideas? I heard Bruce Campbell speak recently, and he claims that the only original films coming out of Hollywood these days are the grade B flicks.

I haven't seen "Grindhouse" yet, but I have a sneaking suspicion it & "Music" couldn't be more different.

You got that right.



"Music" might be a little corny & juvenile, but I felt good after it was over-felt happy for the characters, the good guys triumphed, etc.

TSOM might have been those things, but it is a truly great film that has stood the test of time.

"Grindhouse" would seem to be nothing but pure violence for violence's sake.

Grindhouse was a tribute to those schlock movies. The whole thing was to give the experience of sitting in a drive in back in the 70's. There was grainy film stock, missing reels, and they even used 70's style font for the credits. In some ways this movie was almost a technical exercise. When you are Quentin Tarantino, you get to make movies you want, as long as they keep making money.

I liked it, but is it in my top 5 like TSOM? No.

Forget high-brow culture- this is pure Americana teenage angst, dust, dents, bondo, and drive in pregnancy thrills...

I'm gonna pay someone $20 to sock me in the nose hard and $10 to kick me in the groin even harder (groin kicks are almost a dime a dozen- trust me on this), slip off a bit to douse my throat with a few home-mix margaritas made with Mr. & Mrs. T's, slick my hands with brake fluid and axle grease and transmission fluid, grab a greasy corn dog, a foot-long Marathon Bar, some Candy Root Beer Bottle-Caps and Fruit Razzles, a fistfull of tooth-rot Pixie Stix and a bucket of undercooked, over-buttered, greasy gum-damaging popcorn, and see this utterly trashy treat of Tarantino, this really Raucus Raunch of Rodriguez...

And enjoy it more than I enjoyed the aching, the itch and strain of puberty itself!

I remember in 1973 seeing Clockwork Orange in the backseat of a Mercury Cougar while my godfather tamed a "Cougar" with his mastery of the horizontal bop and his expert wielding of his meat baton in the squeaky vinyl olive green front bench seat of said Mercury cougar, with his recent 17 years and 11-months old hireee employee hairdresser, still smelling of a thick tacky film of Aquanet and industrial perm solution from her first day's work as a "happy hairderesser", earning her first week's rent away from mom and daddy...

And I remember in 1976 seeing Star Wars in a 66' Mustang, where the youngest member of the group that night dropped a slice of pizza on the sun-bleached pale dull pink hood, leaving a shiny scarlet oily triangle imbeded i the dulled flakey powdery paint to forever cement the memory of the night I saw Mark Hamill playing a young piss-pants boychild to the stud-muffin of the sex-in-a-leather-vest, carpenter-by-day-trade of Harrison Ford, who's knowledge of tenpenny nails was once proven on national TV live in front of Johnny Carson, and who's manhood musta been legendary, probably hooked and barbed like a tiger's phallus.

So, I hope Tarantino can pull off this attempt of a true roadhouse-style drive-in theater experience of the 70's, and match those thrills I experienced in the run-down drive-ins across the east coast, with their heaving rolling parking lots and aluminum housed pole-mounted speaker boxes, that you know, tore off the windows of numerous LeMans and Chevelles over the years when the pre-occupied driver hit the "hang ten" gas pedal cover on the floor...

I expect to come back from this flick with a nosebleed, a scab or two, an itchy scalp, sticky hair, the secret to how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop, Cracker-Jack flakes in my feathered bangs, a round tear in the knee of my Toughskins (but no damage to my knee flesh- thank lord for that double material!), Ju-jy-Fruits glued to my molars, popcorn Grease Stains on my randy "Who's a Pepper?" ringer T-shirt, and a Day-Glo Phillips 66 gas station condom stuck to my Pro-Keds...

Anything less, and I'll ask for my money back, and rent the double feature of "Girl on a Motorcycle" and "Two Lane Blacktop", some Brubaker, and use the rest to buy an oregano and reefer hand-rolled cigarette...

The 70's are best forgotten.

(I'll make a few exceptions for a few movies.)

I saw Grindhouse Saturday night and loved Planet Terror. DeathProof was good but not nearly as funny and entertaining as Planet Terror. I loved the missing reels parts. Rose McGowan never looked better in Planet Terror.

I loved the fake movie trailers. Machete by far the best.

howdja like the closing freeze frame shot of Machete? the guy flying about 30 feet in the air on the hog motor against a gigantic ball of flame backdrop? bad-ass to the core

but SM, the 70s gave us the New York Dolls, the Sex Pistols, Ziggy Stardust, the Ramones, Tangerine Dream (started in sixties, but best stuff in seventies); Taxi Driver, Vanishing Point, Star Wars; Gravity's Rainbow, uh too much else to list.

Ive heard two TOTALLY different opinions on the Grindhouse movies....

that they are horrible in a bad way and horrible in a good way.

as originally posted by thedelihaus
I remember in 1973 seeing Clockwork Orange in the backseat of a Mercury Cougar while my godfather tamed a "Cougar" with his mastery of the horizontal bop and his expert wielding of his meat baton in the squeaky vinyl olive green front bench seat of said Mercury cougar, with his recent 17 years and 11-months old hireee employee hairdresser, still smelling of a thick tacky film of Aquanet and industrial perm solution from her first day's work as a "happy hairderesser", earning her first week's rent away from mom and daddy...

Throw in a vampire attack and there's another Tarantino movie right there.

but SM, the 70s gave us the New York Dolls, the Sex Pistols, Ziggy Stardust, the Ramones, Tangerine Dream (started in sixties, but best stuff in seventies); Taxi Driver, Vanishing Point, Star Wars; Gravity's Rainbow, uh too much else to list.

From Postwar flyboys in the late 40's on military cast-off Harleys, Beat Writers and train-hopping, through the 50's, hot-rodded parent's T buckets, simulacra and space-age modicum of a safety net while the fear of bombs and communism ran the kids wild, through the 60's, psychedelics, the coming of age for civil, women's and human rights in general, the musclecars, the avant films, men on the moon, the hippie movement and the dark days of the manson family and the helter-skelter shadow that fell, to the blaxploitation films, urban music, dangerous theme parks, and the birth of punk rock, new wave and hip-hop, we've had a wild ride.

I grew up in the 80's as an ignorant teen, and in the 90's finally hit the road, hit the big citys and small towns, and learned a hell of a lot. The 90s, and my 20s, were a great time.

But I've always been a fan of the late 40s through the early 80's.

As a child coming of age in the early 80's, the fear of AIDs, nuclear war with the USSR, the slow fearful creep of serial killers seeping into the threads of society, and then the 90's- admittedly decadent, but the poster childeren are pierced and tattooed disenfranchised youth called the generation X, Slackers, ect, force-fed re-packaged historical events like "Woodstock II", products like "New Coke" and "Pepsi Clear", and the like.

It's easy for one to romanticize a period they didn't grow up in, but give me a 1977 black Trans Am- or even better- a 1970 Ford Van with a pair of heart-shaped windows, 3" shag rug, and some Keystones, Jefferson Airplane on El-Kassette, a drive-in, a lady in a tube top and hotpants, and call it a day.

http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u46/pleasurepaul/pop_journey-1.jpg

I had recorded earlier in the week "The Sound of Music"- I watched it last night. Of course, I've seen it-more or less several times thruout my life, but last nite, I kept going back to thinking about "The Grindhouse" while I was watching it. Why can't they make movies like "Music" anymore ? I haven't seen "Grindhouse" yet, but I have a sneaking suspicion it & "Music" couldn't be more different. "Music" might be a little corny & juvenile, but I felt good after it was over-felt happy for the characters, the good guys triumphed, etc. "Grindhouse" would seem to be nothing but pure violence for violence's sake. Or am I just a hopeless, provincial fuddy-duddy who's completely out of it ?

Sandy, I read you loud and clear here.

I guess it's just what you feel like catching that night.

You know, kinda like dinner. Sometimes you want a burger and fries, other times prime rib and scalloped potatoes.

For what it's worth, I love The Secret of N.I.H.M, The Reccuers, Chitty Chitty Bang! Bang! and (the original) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, two of my personal favorite films, alongside A Clockwork Orange, Natural Born Killers, Sin City and Girl on a Motorcycle.

All classic films, all good stuff- just different flavours.:thmbsp:

the films are horrible in the same way a double cheeseburger with everything, a side order of fries and chocolate milkshake are 'horrible'....they are horrible if you don't 'get it', and great if you do. they break every known rule of filmmaking. and they do it great.

I grew up in the 70's,and you can keep most 70's culture.I loved and love punk,and a lot of the 70's new cinema,but most mainstream music,films and television just plain sucked.You went to the drive-in not because you were an afficianado of cheesy low budget genre flicks,but because you could bring your own entertainment,in a baggie,or in a beer cooler,and all the munchies to go with them.Among other activities,depending on the company and the size of the vehicle.
If you really wanted to see a good kung fu flick or blaxploitation,or horror film,then you had to go to the grindhouses in the more questionable parts of town,because you couldnt see or hear for shit at the drive in.If I saw something at the drive in I ended up liking,Id trundle on down to the old theatres on Hollywood Blvd,or in Chinatown.
The "so bad its good" aesethic didnt really kick in until critics like Joe Bob Briggs brought it to our attention in the early 80's.I know that aesethic really got its start with Sarris and the auteur theory in the 50's,mainly used to justify their love for the old Hollywood programmers of the 30's and 40's,but the drive in aesthetic was much more kitchsy,less serious.
I cant wait to see Grindhouse,but I dont miss those theatres.they always smelled like piss,and the people could be kinda scary.
Jimmy

...I loved and love punk,and a lot of the 70's new cinema,but most mainstream music,films and television just plain sucked.

Funny how the movement of great films of the late 60's and very early 70's never fully set hold- many blame the birth of the "blockbuster", like Jaws, Star Wars, ect...

I grew up in the 70's,and you can keep most 70's culture...

Lots of 70's stuff outright stinks (think AMC Pacers, Hush Puppie shoes, ect...).

But, other things? Delish!

Send me all your ringer Tees, Zap! comics, Creepy & Eerie mags, Reggie Bars, Converse All-Stars, Chevy Novas and Dodge Darts- thanky!!!

Funny how the movement of great films of the late 60's and very early 70's never fully set hold- many blame the birth of the "blockbuster", like Jaws, Star Wars, ect...



Lots of 70's stuff outright stinks (think AMC Pacers, Hush Puppie shoes, ect...).

But, other things? Delish!

Send me all your ringer Tees, Zap! comics, Creepy & Eerie mags, Reggie Bars, Converse All-Stars, Chevy Novas and Dodge Darts- thanky!!!

Ya see,you found all the cool stuff from the 70's.
You can keep Donnie and Marie,Black Oak Arkansas,Powder Blue anything(including leasure suits),Volares,Wallabees(ugly earth type shoes),Denim overalls,Debby Boone,Fantasy Island,Match Game,any diet foods created in the 70's.
I wouldnt mind seeing lotsa tube tops and halter tops again,though.
Jimmy

2000 useless posts.
Jimmy

Noob ! <grin>

I loved the fake movie trailers. Machete by far the best.

Hey slow_jazz, dig this!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0985694/

i just saw this flick. my wife and i loved every miniute of it, and she`s a chick flick gal.

quite frankly i`m getting sick and tried of the same old dull and cheesy horror flicks, courtroom drama`s, serial predictable killer movies, and stupid comedies starring adam sandler, or anything to do with will smith.

grindhouse was fresh, exciting, fast paced, and completely different from all the other crap i have to pay 40 bucks for including popcorn combo.

best movie i`ve seen since the greatest movie of all time: THE EXORCIST!!

.....and they paid amage to vanishing point, and dirty mary crazy larry.

9/10. it didn`t get 10 because i believe borrowed a bit of "rob zombie`s" house of a 1000 corpses and the devils rejects feel. (also 2 super great flicks).

Gonna go see it tomorrow! Cannot wait! One of the scenes was shot at my buddy's apt complex here in Austin, so there's a homer connection.

Just came back from Grindhouse. Loved every minute of it. Haven't been that entertained in a long time. I laughed my ass off the entire time! :thmbsp: :thmbsp: :thmbsp:

It was good to laugh today.

Prolly WON'T go see it, but sounds like a good rental...Last several times I've gone to a theater, I swear I'll never go back-the trash, the feckin' 6'8" idiot RIGHT IN FRONT-wearing a cap, of course, the 17, 132 teenage grrrrls who are in a steady stream goin' back 'n' forth the whole movie, the at least 4 or 5 babies who are in EVERY audience nowadays per Federal law & who start screaming...or the little shithead behind me who kicks the back of my seat the whole time-when HE isn't screaming, of course...That gal needs to take her M-60 leg & straighten about half these fools out...


Usually these & more are exactly the reasons I avoid the theater showing of films. Still, I knew that I wanted to see Grindhouse on a large screen w/ big sound, so my son and I braved the in-theater elements and went to the show...on a Saturday evening show (6pm I think?). Funny thing: In an audience of maybe 100, there were (A) no teen girls in the theater, (B) there were maybe 15 women out of the 100 attending and (C) there was so much space between seats that there wasn't any chance of Mr (or Ms?) 6' 8" to plop down in front of us. (At 6' 5", I'm usually the problem anyway) But that's here, the gender split might be different in the east, but I doubt it, word on the street is that this is a man's movie, and the wymyn folk ain't taking it in.

Anyway, we loved it, all of it, esp the trailers & Death Proof.

Zoe Bell for Best Supporting Actress!