Ok! So I saw "Grindhouse".. and let me say it lives up to the genre from which it takes its name. Clockin in at 3 hrs & 11 minutes of gore, testosterone-fuelled car chases, rosario dawson's hard nipples... and rose mcgowan's half machine gun leg (which replaced the half that was bitten off earlier by zombies)..i must say i'm desensitized and aroused at the same time!Personally I liked tarantino's flicker Deathproof better than rodriguez's Planet Terror. It was penultimate Tarantino... with all his signature images... you know the diner, the dialogues and the close-ups!
The downpoint in the end was that now EVERYONE knows about vanishing point and kowalski and the white 70's dodge. Film geeks and elitists, alike shall shed a tear for this loss to the mainstream. Overall the movie was good... it's a must see.. but it's not going to get the five K's ... OH SORRY... I forgot to introduce the scale by which i'll be going on, on this blog for rating movies and music a like:
KKKKK = excellent/cult-classic (with K signifying kowalski-approved...kowalski being moi)
KKKK = solid flicker
KKK = enjoyable one-time watch
KK = ok... can I be doing something more useful??
K = i'd rather cut myself with a rusty razor from the french revolution
ok people that's it from me ... at 5:04 am ...its my bedtime!
2 comments:
Hmm. You never actually rated these flickers... That'd be nice. NO ONE HAS COLD MEDICINE AT REDEEMER. I'M DEATHLY ILL, AND ABOUT TO PERFORM IN A PLAY WITH NO MEDICATIONAL RELIEF.
Jean Budrillard writes in the chapter titled "Vanishing point" in his book (America)
Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated. Admittedly, there is the primal shock of the deserts and the dazzle of California, but when this is gone, the secondary brilliance of the journey begins, that of the excessive, pitiless distance, the infinity of anonymous faces and distances, or of certain miraculous geological formations, which ultimately testify to no human will, while keeping intact an image of upheaval. This form of travel admits of no exceptions: when it runs up against a known face, a familiar landscape, or some decipherable message, the spell is broken: the amnesic, ascetic, asymptotic charm of disappearance succumbs to affect and worldly semiology.
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