SAW IT!! Oh my, where to start? Lessee, Rose’s ass has to be the most perfect creation known to humanity. Most of the actors in PT were incredibly impressive… Rodriguez, Shelton, McGowan, Fahey, Biehn and almost-as-good-as-them Brolin. As a horror fanatic, I loooooooved Tom Savini having a role. From this job, I think Fergie might have a chance, but if anyone went off of Titanic, her career would sink. Bwahahaha!
The violence was perfect and the whole missing reels bit got loud hoots. That 70s outlaw feel to it was da bomb! The overall funny in this was making me split my sides and then hold them to prevent doubling over in agony and, Og forbid, miss something. Oh, hell no.
I’ve already professed my love for Mr. Trejo somewhere else on the board today, so just let me say that I really appreciated “Machete.” However, I about wet myself for the upcoming attraction that would be “Thanksgiving.” Probably just because Eli Roth has generally won my favor (mostly a hit on Hostel, only thing worth hitting on in Wrong Turn is the ex-Faith and/or Jeremy Sisto), but I do give props to “Don’t” for everyone rolling around amongst the seats. I looked it up and that was directed by the same guy who did Shaun of the Dead. Who can blame them? Zombie’s segment fell flat, leaving me totally disappointed. I had been hoping for something so much more… something.
Too much talk in DP (hehehehe – oh, c’mon! you know people are just waiting to use that in regard to this!!) and I felt it really struggled a lot. Portier’s daughter is a GODDESS, and although I don’t think I’ve ever encountered her work before, the chick playing butterfly was pretty lush too. I thought Ladd’s accent was pretty adorable and, as usual, Quentin should probably just stick to directing. Although I don’t mind his cameos, I’d much rather prefer to never think about his dangly bits.
Y’all share the brain bleach, wouldja? [ ::: shudder ::: ]
I didn’t much buy Russell’s bad guy. He had his moments, but to me he just seemed overly campy. Not Nicholson worthy scenery chewing, but plenty of fat on that ham. The car(s)… killer. Though I think I’d prefer the 'Stange. Zoe Bell is my new hero, Rosario can throw a mean ass punch and everyone has abs I’d die for. They should’ve given the cheerleader more than her poms to work with and the gun enthusiast said one fuck over the line. I know, how can there ever be too many? There can’t actually, but she deserves her due here too. 
Oh, and RMG held her own this time around as well. I totally bought the transition, although at first I wasn’t sure. Good on her.
Anything to do with the car(s) sequences will rock those interested right out of their worlds. The entire theatre (which sadly wasn’t nearly as many as there should have been – bad audiences, no wooden leg peep shows for you!) got to their feet and cheered when the beating took place at the end. Ahhh, how satisfying. And I think I’ll have to add Vanishing Point to my already burgeoning ‘me decade’ Netflix section. It sounds so unbelievably cool and one should never just limit themselves to everything else of that era.
For what the goal was, I preferred the outrageousness of Planet Terror. I think I got the moral for Tarantino’s, but I was only really hooked once the driving truly began. I even cared more for those fighting off the mutant zombies, but I gotta admit that the first car creamed was amazingly phenomenal. So where does that leave me? Craving BBQ, looking at vinyl records on eBay and wondering if stripper (oh sorry, go-go) boots would look good on me. Or perhaps my BH. 
P.S. I’ve just now learned something about myself. Watching someone hold a firearm authoritatively is hawt! If there’s lots of folks doing that same thing, at the same time, looking the same way and slo-mo -ing about like a scene from Tombstone, well, that my friend is cinematic wet dreamin’ (in the spirit of the thing, old chap) made real. Sort of.
