Fulci would have been all over this.

triadruid finally talked me into seeing Grindhouse on Saturday. I enjoyed the hell out of it, but I did come away with the feeling that it was not so much a movie, but the world's most expensive in-joke. Still, it was wildly funny -- both films were, but for different reasons. The Rodriguez picture is just over-the-top gore and bad dialogue (and Freddy Rodriguez riding to glory on a kid's minibike -- he's like a Shriner from Hell). Tarantino's effort is his typical shtick, lots of people sitting around talking in coffeeshops, punctuated by ludicrous unexplained violence. It has the added charm of featuring vengeful stuntwomen indulging in some joyful car-crashing, which I enjoyed immensely.

In retrospect, though, I believe that if triadruid had told me that seeing this movie would involve having to think about Quentin Tarantino's cock (there is a scene for this in the Rodriguez film, which is easily the most over-the-top in the film), I might not have gone. I have a list of things I do not want to ever have to think about, and while Tarantino's cock is probably not #1 on the list, it's still in the top twenty.

For extra bonus awful, we were at the Ward Parkway Theater. So, if you've been watching the news out of the Great Midwaste, you will be aware that on Sunday, some crazy fucker went up to the mall there and shot a bunch of people more or less at random. So that's exciting. Yeesh.

Fulci would have been all over this.

triadruid finally talked me into seeing Grindhouse on Saturday. I enjoyed the hell out of it, but I did come away with the feeling that it was not so much a movie, but the world's most expensive in-joke. Still, it was wildly funny -- both films were, but for different reasons. The Rodriguez picture is just over-the-top gore and bad dialogue (and Freddy Rodriguez riding to glory on a kid's minibike -- he's like a Shriner from Hell). Tarantino's effort is his typical shtick, lots of people sitting around talking in coffeeshops, punctuated by ludicrous unexplained violence. It has the added charm of featuring vengeful stuntwomen indulging in some joyful car-crashing, which I enjoyed immensely.

In retrospect, though, I believe that if triadruid had told me that seeing this movie would involve having to think about Quentin Tarantino's cock (there is a scene for this in the Rodriguez film, which is easily the most over-the-top in the film), I might not have gone. I have a list of things I do not want to ever have to think about, and while Tarantino's cock is probably not #1 on the list, it's still in the top twenty.

For extra bonus awful, we were at the Ward Parkway Theater. So, if you've been watching the news out of the Great Midwaste, you will be aware that on Sunday, some crazy fucker went up to the mall there and shot a bunch of people more or less at random. So that's exciting. Yeesh.

Oh, Captain, My Captain...

Captain America, disheartened by recent reports of his death, gets all drunk and disorderly in Florida.

You cannot make this shit up.

Oh, Captain, My Captain...

Captain America, disheartened by recent reports of his death, gets all drunk and disorderly in Florida.

You cannot make this shit up.

Quote of the Day

"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries." -- A.A. Milne

Quote of the Day

"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries." -- A.A. Milne