2007-04-17
Grindhouse

3 hour bad movie b-style camp is alright with me, long as I got some twizzlers, a white cherry icee, and a skinny knee to squeeze with the squeals. and I did.
I watched flesheating zombies with electric saws whose cord didn't quite reach infecting the hospital populace by lancing their own boils. Rose Mcgowan, a go go dancer, not a cry cry dancer, hopping on a chair leg that kept getting stuck in the wrecker truck door as it sped away toward a bbq palace where the owner meets and greets you outside with marinated entrails. the blonde told the little boy to be careful where he pointed that thing. and the movie seemed like an especial safety warning about the dangers of high heels. likely to cause broken hands and eaten brain tissue, if you're fergie. I loved it. hilarious. "I looked for that jacket for two weeks."
Death proof, it was okay. I laughed twice, but mostly by then I was thinking how bad I had to pee. but I knew something was going to happen to that leg, bouncing in time to the music and hanging near the rear view mirror. I knew it. and tarantino didn't disappoint.



Before After
the right stuff - 2007-05-13
bbq - 2007-04-28
This boy sure must love me. - 2007-04-25
bitch - 2007-04-18
Grindhouse - 2007-04-17


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