Grindhouse?

[jimfet]

Originally Posted by thedelihaus

...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?

[shrinkboy]

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

[JimJ[VT]]

Originally Posted by tentoze

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.

[Ultra-Hog]

Originally Posted by Sandy G

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.

[onepixel]

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.

[Filmboydoug]

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!!

[Sandy G]

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 ?

[Filmboydoug]

Originally Posted by Sandy G

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.

Originally Posted by Sandy G

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

You got that right.

Originally Posted by Sandy G

"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.

Originally Posted by Sandy G

"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.

[soundmotor]

Originally Posted by thedelihaus

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.)

[slow_jazz]

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.

[shrinkboy]

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

[shrinkboy]

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.

[Clarence]

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

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

[meggy]

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.