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The grindhouse
films of the 70's are
most notable for what
they would dare to do
- daring to go beyond
the bounds of good taste,
daring to lure audiences
into theatres with shameless
promises of sex and violence,
and usually, daring to
be really bad movies.
While the best of mainstream
films are based on suspension
of disbelief, grindhouse
films are nothing but
disbelief.
If an audience doesn't
find themselves thinking
I can't believe what
I'm seeing in a grindhouse
movie, it's probably not
a grindhouse movie.
A great, classic, grindhouse
film is extremely rare,
and is entertaining from
start to finish. Most
are memorable only for
their few great moments
of shock or sex, improved
when experienced under
the influence of teenage
hormones. The unfortunate
effect that time has had
on most of these guilty
pleasures is that much
of what was seen as shocking
in the 70's, rated "X"
and luring our inner pervs
to run-down theatres,
is now barely tittilating
enough to warrant a pause
of the remote on cable
TV.
Yet the adolescent delight
in movies that are "so
bad they're good"
lives on, and the compulsion
to endure scenes of bad
dialogue, terrible acting
and clumsy film technique
to find a juicy morsel
of voyeuristic sex, lurid
violence or even a glimpse
of unexpected genius can
be irresistible.
In Grindhouse,
Robert Rodriguez and Quentin
Tarantino deliver the
best of the worst and
the most sublime of gratuitous
thrills to be found in
classic B-movies, as they
pay homage to the genres
of zombie films (Planet
Terror) and car crash
movies (Death Proof).
A hilariously fake movie
trailer about a vengeful
Mexican hit man known
as "Machete"
sets the tone for the
3 hour immersion into
the experience of a grindhouse
double-feature, complete
with choppy editing and
scratchy film, including
a between-movie pause
for more "coming
attractions," provided
by Rob Zombie, Eli Roth
(Hostel) and Edgar Wright
(Shawn of the Dead)..
Planet Terror comes
first, and it's a loopy,
laugh-out-loud, zombie
gore fest with squibs
the size of water balloons
exploding with the blood
of the undead at every
gunshot. The comic dialogue
is probably the best since
Night of the Living
Dead,
and the personal relationships
of all the characters are playfully,
perversely twisted.
Robert Rodriguez deserves
special credit for creating
a group of characters
that we can care about:
Cherry Darling, the melancholy
go-go dancer with a secret
ambition; Wray, the tow-truck
driver with a secret past;
J.T., the BBQ restaurant
owner with the recipe
to die for, and many more.
Planet Terror is filled
with fun cameo appearances
too, including Bruce Willis
and Black Eyed Pea Fergie.
Tarantino's Death Proof
approaches grindhouse
from a completely different
way. While the gore in
Planet Terror is effectively
played for laughs, Tarantino
uses it for shock value
in a way he's never done
before. For half of its
running time, Death Proof
is closer to Hitchcock
than to Hershel Gordon
Lewis (Blood Feast
). The pace is slow,
like a patient fighter
waiting his moment to
land a haymaker for a
devastating knock-out
punch.
In the second half, the
entire movie shifts gears,
shifts tone, and shifts
direction, until in the
end, Tarantino's homage
to grindhouse is even
more tongue-in-cheek than
Rodriguez.' In fact, despite
Tarantino's well-known
appreciation for grindhouse
films, including the occasional
championing of his favorites
through DVDs and film
festivals, his Death
Proof ultimately feels
less like a grindhouse
film than Planet Terror,
coming off more like a
made for TV movie from
the 70's.
There are too many great
casting choices in Grindhouse
to mention them all, but
it's great to see Rose
McGowan back from TV land
in a part that would usually
go to Milla Jovovich,
great to see Freddy Rodriguez
transformed into an action
star, great to see Kurt
Russell as a badass again,
and awesome to see stuntwoman
Zoë Bell playing
herself in one of the
most exciting car chase
sequences ever.
Grindhouse is Rated
R for strong graphic bloody
violence and gore, pervasive
language, some sexuality,
nudity and drug use.
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