Grindhouse: A Thematic Study
I really, really, really liked Grindhouse for many reasons that I can probably only effectively communicate to you orally and/or non verbally. But this is the written word, so alas, I must force myself. Meanwhile, you will have to imagine my excited gesticulations.
I do a lot of pointing, and thumbs up, and punching motions, karate kicks, Elvis arm moves, and touchdown dance type shit when I talk about Grindhouse. It’s that type of film…for me. You asshats who didn’t like this film…go away. We cannot relate to each other. You are Goldilocks and I am a three bears. We have nothing in common except for maybe the love of porridge, which, in my case, is self-pleasuring.
Spoilers are not being taken into account so if you care about that sort of thing, turn down your volume or don't click to see more after the jump. For those of you who have courage, beware for zombies and hot babes await...