Grindhouse is pretty flippin' sweet.
I haven't had that much fun at a movie since well Snakes on a Plane and the only reason THAT was any fun was because 1) I was sitting next to Mary Timony and 2) see reason number one. (Okay, okay really it was actually a lot of fun as people were hissing and throwing rubber snakes around throughout the movie.)
But even the faux-trailers of Grindhouse were more entertaining than SoaP turned out to be. Now that I think about it, maybe Snakes on a Plane should have been limited to one of the fake trailers contained in this movie as the ultimate disappointment was in that it really wasn't bad enough.
But I digress. Really though, this movie is a blast. Tarantino may be the more skilled writer and director of the two but their love of the pure innocent glee of just going to the movies is what has tied them together over the years. I rank QT's Death Proof above Rodriquez's Planet Terror but both movies pull off exactly what they were going for.
The only negative thing I have to say about Grindhouse is the fact that the movie is playing at a multiplex near you in glorious surround sound. I've never gone to a drive through or the dingy little neighborhood theatre that Tarantino and Rodriguez are paying tribute to. Not that it dimishes from the film itself but it does kinda make me wonder what I've missed.
