Showing posts with label Grindhouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grindhouse. Show all posts

Friday, December 7, 2007

Deathproof (2007)


Hot badass chicks and muscle cars. How can you go wrong? Once again I loved the -let me specify- scratched print effects. I wasn't crazy about the torn print effects. I have to say I think Rodriguez was overall more artful in his effects use. But I have to give it up to Tarantino-he's exciting. Where Planet Terror is primarily a love story, Deathproof is a revenge story. It was Faster Pussycat expanded and fleshed out in some really good ways. Kurt Russell was good, although the more family friendly light romantic comedy stuff he does with Goldie and such (and I know he started out on Disney) the harder it is for me to remember Snake Pliskin. I think he should do like Travolta and only be a badass for a while. Rosario Dawson was rockin as always though I'm a little conflicted about her final scene and I was so on board up until then. And I liked the casting of Zoe, I have to give it up to Tarantino also that he takes chances and that's why he really is an inspiring artist. Oh, and of course I loved the chick from Brooklyn with the bad accent and the pot belly. I am all about picking up her lapdance moves.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Grindhouse! Planet Terror (2007)

I'm sorry to say I did not watch them as a double feature. I'm even sorrier that I did not see them as a double feature in the theater. What was I thinking?
But let me talk about Planet Terror. I love the bad print effects and the trailer for Machete. I love the inconsistencies, like how the lady cop's uniform suddenly is torn off into a little sexy top, and how she suddenly becomes part of the biochemist's team.
Rose McGowan as Cherry Darling is every woman's fabulous shadow. I love Jeff Fahey. I love Jeff Fahey and Michael Beihn as brothers. I love the bitchy twins.
I laughed, I cried.
I loved Cherry's dance moves that came together in the end to make her such a badass. I loved that Marlee Shelton as Josh Brolin's wife was a cheating dyke, and not only that, her lover was Fergie from the Black-Eyed Peas.
It's so chock full I can't even list all the things I love about this movie. Little moments that are so great.
At Blockbuster there are regularly only two copies of Planet Terror on a whole wall of Planet Terror boxes. There are a lot more copies of Death Proof and I hope that is not meaningful in terms of the movie quality.