WayneLigon
Adventurer
From Wikipedia:
A grindhouse is an American term for a theater that mainly showed exploitation films [Films made with little or no attention to quality or artistic merit but with an eye to a quick profit, usually via high-pressure sales and promotion techniques emphasizing some sensational aspect of the product] . It is also a term used to describe the genre of films that played in such theatres. Grindhouse films are also referred to as "exploitation films." Grindhouses were known for non-stop programs of B movies, usually consisting of a double feature where two films were shown back to back. Beginning in the late 1960s and especially during the 1970s, the subject matter of grindhouse films was domindated by explicit sex, violence, bizarre or perverse plot points, and other taboo content.
By the mid-1990s, they had completely disappeared from the United States.
I remember these kinds of films. Usually you can only find them in the bargain bin, if anyone has even bothered to put them on VHS or DVD. Usually only the ones that attain some sort of cult status even make it that far. Quentin Tarantino & Robert Rodriguez have recreatred that experience with their tongue firmly lodged in their cheek.
Two full length movies are shown: Planet Terror and Death Proof. There are trailers for 'Werewolf Women of the SS', 'Machete', 'Don't!' and 'Thanksgiving' that are just as horrific as the main features
It really is a full recreation of the experience. The film is grainy and chobby, editited down by the makers, the studio, the theater, the theater owner's stupider brother, etc. Streaks, blobs and grit flash on the screen and the film even 'melts' at one point in Planet Terror, to be replaced with the dreaded 'missing reel' note. (If you've never seen a film literally combust while it's running, you've missed out). The action is totally over the top. There are no neat blood sprays; they use or recreate old-fashioned cheap-ass blood bags whick burst like water balloons. There is no part of the female anatomy that is overlooked. In fact, it's looked-over long. The plots are stripped bare of any characterization, distilled down to action, suspense, death, or cheesy speeches or cheap humor. And that's not a slam, it's meant to be that way.
I give it an A. And Rob Zombie owes me 'Werewolf Women of the SS'.
A grindhouse is an American term for a theater that mainly showed exploitation films [Films made with little or no attention to quality or artistic merit but with an eye to a quick profit, usually via high-pressure sales and promotion techniques emphasizing some sensational aspect of the product] . It is also a term used to describe the genre of films that played in such theatres. Grindhouse films are also referred to as "exploitation films." Grindhouses were known for non-stop programs of B movies, usually consisting of a double feature where two films were shown back to back. Beginning in the late 1960s and especially during the 1970s, the subject matter of grindhouse films was domindated by explicit sex, violence, bizarre or perverse plot points, and other taboo content.
By the mid-1990s, they had completely disappeared from the United States.
I remember these kinds of films. Usually you can only find them in the bargain bin, if anyone has even bothered to put them on VHS or DVD. Usually only the ones that attain some sort of cult status even make it that far. Quentin Tarantino & Robert Rodriguez have recreatred that experience with their tongue firmly lodged in their cheek.
Two full length movies are shown: Planet Terror and Death Proof. There are trailers for 'Werewolf Women of the SS', 'Machete', 'Don't!' and 'Thanksgiving' that are just as horrific as the main features
It really is a full recreation of the experience. The film is grainy and chobby, editited down by the makers, the studio, the theater, the theater owner's stupider brother, etc. Streaks, blobs and grit flash on the screen and the film even 'melts' at one point in Planet Terror, to be replaced with the dreaded 'missing reel' note. (If you've never seen a film literally combust while it's running, you've missed out). The action is totally over the top. There are no neat blood sprays; they use or recreate old-fashioned cheap-ass blood bags whick burst like water balloons. There is no part of the female anatomy that is overlooked. In fact, it's looked-over long. The plots are stripped bare of any characterization, distilled down to action, suspense, death, or cheesy speeches or cheap humor. And that's not a slam, it's meant to be that way.
I give it an A. And Rob Zombie owes me 'Werewolf Women of the SS'.
