What Grindhouse is all about

If Grindhouse had ever made it as a single feature in the UK, it's likely the audience would have left long before they sampled this little gem. And that's only because Tarantino's inferior Death Proof lacks the spirit of the grindhouse flicks that he and Rodgriguez so lovingly wished to homage. It's almost as if they agreed upon this venture, then Tarantino decided it was too much for his ego. He set off and made another Tarantino film; Rodriguez stayed faithful and pumped out this gory memorial to the crass horror flicks I grew up loving in the early '80s. Why is this superior to Death Proof? So many reasons. Firstly, it looks and feels exactly like an 80s horror film. Secondly, it riffs heavily on the glorious excesses of Romero's Day Of The Dead. And thirdly, it actually looks dated. From the insanely brilliant trailer for 'Machete' (this movie MUST be made!) to the fluctuating sound quality, the replication works a treat. Best of all, is a 'missing reel' section, in which the action flicks forward and makes no sense, due to a key scene being destroyed/corroded. Also unlike Tarantino's effort, this film gets going from the start and doesn't let up. Rose McGowan with a machine gun for a leg? Freddie Rodriguez on a ridiculously tiny motorbike? Quentin Tarantino with...bits...falling off?

Rent this. Now.