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I went out to the 11:30 pm showing of Grindhouse on its opening night, deliberately courting a late-night weekend crowd to get the full effect. For those of you who do not know, Grindhouse is a collaboration between Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. Tarantino is definitely the alpha of that pack of two and seems to call the shots, and he is the driving force behind this attempt to recreate the B-movie double feature experience. The gimmick is that it's two movies -- Rodriguez' zombie flick Planet Terror, followed by Tarantino's Vanishing Point-inspired Death Proof.
There are previews for movies that don't exist, directed by real movie directors such as Hostel's Eli Roth (he supposedly is doing a movie called Thanksgiving, about horror on the fourth Thursday of November, ha ha) and Rob Zombie (who really is directing a remake of Halloween, according to the real trailers that came before my showing of Grindhouse).
Planet Terror also has a lot of missing reels of film and artificial scratches on the movie print. These are done for effect. One missing reel makes the audience laugh when it comes at just the moment when we're supposed to learn the mystery behind one of the main characters. Then movie characters start thanking others for telling them the secret, after the supposedly missing scenes. You get the idea. Tarantino's film has a lot less of this type of thing, but still has some artificially induced film mistakes to keep the illusion going. Both the movies and the trailers feature gratuitous T&A because, well, that's what movies like this were like back then.
Of the two, Planet Terror is the cheaper thrill. It has a lot more comedy and a lot more action, and would be, I would say, the faster crowd-pleaser. All the characters are deliberate stereotypes, self-parodies of characters from the action-horror-survival-B-grade-sci-fi genre. They're also fairly aware of this. Rodriguez gives them plenty to laugh about in the midst of the carnage, and the blood and gore are so over the top you can't possibly take it seriously.
Tarantino gave many interviews in which he called Rodriguez' film a "horror film, because it couldn't really happen," while his own film is "a terror film, because it could really happen." He takes a lot more time building his characters and setting the scene. It's a typical Tarantino slow boil, as we get to know the characters intimately (there are two sets of them, actually -- two sets of women who are terrorized in succession by Kurt Russel's "Stuntman Mike," an aged movie stunt driver who likes to murder women with his car). Their dialogue (which Tarantino is known for, of course) makes them real people to us and makes Death Proof feel a lot more substantial as a movie.
By "substantial," I don't mean "better" -- Planet Terror is more immediately fun and has a lot more action (though the action is much more shallow). It's a lot more real, though, and when the payoff finally comes (boy, does it), Death Proof had the audience clapping in delight. They clapped for Planet Terror, too, but this felt more wholehearted. At least, that's how it felt to me. Rarely do I clap in a movie, as there seems no real point to it, but I couldn't help myself.
Both movies are excellently cast, though the male lead in Planet Terror sure did remind me a lot of Jamie Kennedy, for some reason. The second set of women in Death Proof was absolutely perfectly portrayed by actresses who seem awfully familiar to me. The only one I know is Rosario Dawson, though the other two have been in movies I have seen, I'm fairly sure. We come to know them well and we are not disappointed at how they handle themselves.
This was a great movie... er, movies. If you have the chance to see Grindhouse in the theater, you owe yourself the experience.
There are previews for movies that don't exist, directed by real movie directors such as Hostel's Eli Roth (he supposedly is doing a movie called Thanksgiving, about horror on the fourth Thursday of November, ha ha) and Rob Zombie (who really is directing a remake of Halloween, according to the real trailers that came before my showing of Grindhouse).
Planet Terror also has a lot of missing reels of film and artificial scratches on the movie print. These are done for effect. One missing reel makes the audience laugh when it comes at just the moment when we're supposed to learn the mystery behind one of the main characters. Then movie characters start thanking others for telling them the secret, after the supposedly missing scenes. You get the idea. Tarantino's film has a lot less of this type of thing, but still has some artificially induced film mistakes to keep the illusion going. Both the movies and the trailers feature gratuitous T&A because, well, that's what movies like this were like back then.
Of the two, Planet Terror is the cheaper thrill. It has a lot more comedy and a lot more action, and would be, I would say, the faster crowd-pleaser. All the characters are deliberate stereotypes, self-parodies of characters from the action-horror-survival-B-grade-sci-fi genre. They're also fairly aware of this. Rodriguez gives them plenty to laugh about in the midst of the carnage, and the blood and gore are so over the top you can't possibly take it seriously.
Tarantino gave many interviews in which he called Rodriguez' film a "horror film, because it couldn't really happen," while his own film is "a terror film, because it could really happen." He takes a lot more time building his characters and setting the scene. It's a typical Tarantino slow boil, as we get to know the characters intimately (there are two sets of them, actually -- two sets of women who are terrorized in succession by Kurt Russel's "Stuntman Mike," an aged movie stunt driver who likes to murder women with his car). Their dialogue (which Tarantino is known for, of course) makes them real people to us and makes Death Proof feel a lot more substantial as a movie.
By "substantial," I don't mean "better" -- Planet Terror is more immediately fun and has a lot more action (though the action is much more shallow). It's a lot more real, though, and when the payoff finally comes (boy, does it), Death Proof had the audience clapping in delight. They clapped for Planet Terror, too, but this felt more wholehearted. At least, that's how it felt to me. Rarely do I clap in a movie, as there seems no real point to it, but I couldn't help myself.
Both movies are excellently cast, though the male lead in Planet Terror sure did remind me a lot of Jamie Kennedy, for some reason. The second set of women in Death Proof was absolutely perfectly portrayed by actresses who seem awfully familiar to me. The only one I know is Rosario Dawson, though the other two have been in movies I have seen, I'm fairly sure. We come to know them well and we are not disappointed at how they handle themselves.
This was a great movie... er, movies. If you have the chance to see Grindhouse in the theater, you owe yourself the experience.