Seeing a movie as entertaining and exhilarating and
Grindhouse, Robert Rodriquez's
Planet Terror and Quentin Tarantino's
Death Proof, is like sex: it feels fantastic while it's happening, most other things you do don't compare, and before you know it - it's over. Finally this team of cinematic nerds brought us there homage to classic exploitation films and it truly delivered the goods; much like your hot girlfriend. Now only if you could enjoy her for over 3 and a half hours...

The film opened with Rodriguez's fake trailer for the film
Machete, starring Danny Trejo as an a jack-of-all-trades badass who takes revenge after the assholes that hired him for a hit set him up. The trailer is a perfect replica of some of the great blaxploitation trailers complete with plenty of ass-kicking, four letter words and of course, titties.
Planer Terror kicked things off with an absolutely awesome go-go dance under the title credits by Rose McGowan's Cherry Darling. From then on the picture was a non-stop ride of spot-on performances, a brilliant script complete with one witty one-liner after another, and grotesque zombie killings. I can't say enough about the cast! McGowan kept reminding me of an old-school Hollywood leading lady (then to my surprise QT's character tells her she looks like Ava Gardner). Freddy Rodriguez is officially on my list of kick ass actors. Josh Brolin as the thermometer sucking, Doc Block was unexpectedly amazing as was his on-screen wife Marley Shelton. QT and Bruce Willis were brilliant in their cameos. Basically the entire cast no matter how small there role, was on point!
Planet Terror perfectly displays just how adept Robert Rodriguez is at making this type of film, in case you weren't already convinced after watching
El Mariachi,
The Faculty or
From Dusk Til Dawn. If there were any real flaws in this film(would have liked less CGI effects), I really didn't care because I was too wrapped up in how much fun I was having to even give a fuck. He just got everything right.
Before the next film started the surprisingly small crowd of maybe twenty people were treated first to a trailer for
Werewolf Women of the S.S., directed by Rob Zombie. Not much thought seemed to have gone into this one. Perhaps it was a last minute decision to have Zombie do a trailer? The cameo by Nic Cage was kinda funny though. Next came
Don't from
Shaun of the Dead director Edgar Wright. There was even less here, with just shots of people screaming with graphics repeating the word DON'T and no creativity put into it. Finally was Eli Roth's trailer for
Thanksgiving. This one got out on to the internet before the film was released but i refrained from watching it. Roth only spend two days shooting and put together a much more entertaining trailer then Wright or Zombie for his fake film about a turkey fucking serial killer. Roth still seems to be in the Tarantino's little brother mode but it should be interesting to see what he can do with his next few films following
Hostel II.
After the trailers, QT's
Death Proof finally started with a very Tarantino style feel of a woman's feet resting on a dash as some hip song played. Again he used a soundtrack that was not original music but was just obscure enough that each song should bring to mind
Death Proof whenever one hears them from now until the end of time. As advertised, the film was in fact, dialogue heavy but only from the first 30 minutes or so. I have to say, I didn't really get it. It was not as QT himself said, some of his best dialogue to date. As a matter of fact, I found myself daydreaming in certain parts of the 1st half of
Death Proof. But don't misunderstand this critique as me not liking the film because that just ain't true. I think Tarantino has officially made a star out of Sydney Tamiia Poitier whose performance as Jungle Julia was classic. Like Uma, Pam Grier, Tim Roth and Sam Jackson before her she seemed to perfectly understand how his unique style of writing should be spoken.

As Kurt Russell's Stunt man Mike moved on to his next set of women, Tracie Thomas turned in another priceless performance that was a bit more on the boisterous side. The second half of the film is when it really picked up. I had heard so many great things about the car chase that takes place with stunt woman Zoe Bell on the hood of a Dodge Challenger, but I had no fucking clue it would be so long and so goddamned awesome! Here to the brilliance of the shot composition and editing really begin to shine. And when you have finally been given a break from the heart pounding effect of the car chase the women punctuate the film with a reversal of power to end it all.
There is so much that I would like to talk about in regards to these movies but I don't want to reveal anymore details for people that haven't seen it. Together these films created what was one of the most entertaining movie experiences I've had since I don't know when. Just see it, see them, love them! On a quick side note, I also got a chance to listen to both film's soundtracks and they both kicked ass!
Planet Terror with RR's awesome score and
Death Proof with QT's collection of obscure pop music ditties. Ok, so in case you couldn't guess already, I gotta say which film I liked better. I absolutely loved them both, but before seeing them again I am going to say that
Planet Terror was my favorite. Tarantino's apparent wish to stay true to his typical style seemed to ignore an effort to pay tribute to the classic grindhouse filmmaking conventions regardless of which genre he picked. In true b-movie fashion though, Robert Rodriguez exploited the audiences desire to see all the trashy shit that they hope for in a movie, and in the end made the better half of this double feature.
Labels: B-movie, chicks, Death Proof, Exploitation, Grindhoue, muscle cars, Planet Terror, Quentin Tarantino, Robert Rodriguez, slasher, zombies