I read the first three posts in this thread and saw “lots of boobies.” Thus, I will see this later and report back 
I saw it yesterday and totally loved ‘Death Proof’. I don’t understand the people who say that girls don’t talk like that, cause lots of the ones I know do. Not all, but lots. I enjoyed the slow build up. The dialog was great and I really like the Stuntman Mike character; he could be charming when he needed to be but was a total scuzz bucket when he could get away with it and a pussy when the shit hits the fan. ‘Planet Terror’ was just OK for me but I can understand those who really like it. The trailers in between were pretty awesome and I loved all the ‘Restricted’ and ‘Prevues’ titles. Cool movie, I’m surprised it’s not doing better.
there’s actually not that many boobies, only in the faux trailers, unless I missed something.
This should NOT lead you to conclude that there’s any shortage of hotness
Well jeez, Harv- of course the movie didn’t do so well on opening weekend. What did you think was going to happen when you released an ultraviolent exploitive movie on Easter weekend?
True Romance doesn’t count?
We saw it last night, and woo hoo! That was FUN! “Planet Terror” absollutely captured the feel I’d expected. It was funny, gross, smart and surprisingly intense at times. The non-stop gore and completely gratuitous violence (what was up with all the castration?) were excellent.
“Death Proof” started awfully slowly following its action-packed predecessor. Still, once it got going, it had me more tense and involved than Planet terror. Just watching Zoe on the hood of that car, even before Kurt showed up, was tense for me. The abrupt ending was icing on the cake – God, that was funny.
Loved it.
Although I understand the whole point was to have an old-fashioned dobule feature, releasing Kill Bill in two parts doubled its gross. Maybe the problem is, can you name one 70’s film of this type that did massive at the box office?
And that, in a nutshell, is probably why I didn’t enjoy these films as much as I hoped I would. I was prepared for that, having said to many friends “you know, I don’t like the movies this films is ‘paying homage’ too, so I may not like this either.” I was still surprised, though, at how utterly dull QT’s effort was.
I get what Cervaise is saying, and if recreating the film experience of his youth is what he was going for, than I suppose Quentin accomplished his goal. But the film experience of his youth probably did really poorly at the box office, becasue most people don’t want to watch 85 minutes of inane chatter just to get 15 minutes of a car chase. I certainly didn’t. I said to one of my friends halfway through the “this is how we’re going to trick this guy” bit on the ranch, “I just don’t care anymore.”
RR’s film was much more entertaining overall, embracing it’s campiness and shlock value.
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Four Weddings and a Whole Bunch o’ Motherfuckin’ Funerals
When Harry Met, Accidentally Overdosed, and Revived Sally by Piercing her Heart with a Syringe Full of Adrenalin
It’s not so much that we don’t velieve girls talk like that. It’s more that we don’t want to watch it for an hour.
I think the problem is that Tarantino has never really succeeded in creating the snappy diaologue of Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction in his later movies.
I preferred Planet Terror. Deathproof was way too pointlessly chatty. I thought it might’ve been a little better if, instead of the abrupt mid-beating ending (didn’t Kurt complain his leg was broken when they dragged him from the car? How did he remain standing through most of the chick-whaling?), Kurt manages to pull out ahead of the smoking Charger and start to yell to the rear-view mirror “yeah, bitches! I got away! I got away! I’m deathproof! I’m death-” and kaBLAM, a train comes out of nowhere and clobbers him, just like the end of Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry.
And the “Hakuna boys” was a reference to the described but unseen gang of fatherless whore-sons in Kill Bill 2.
And I wanna see Hobo with a Shotgun.
According to this IMDB story, some moviegoers are leaving the film early because they aren’t aware that it’s really two movies.
Did these idiots manage to ignore all of the posters, lobby stand-ups, commercials, and trailers that explicitly tell you it’'s two movies?
Are people getting stupider or what?
Plus the movie itself. It’s not like you have to sit through credits for Planet Terror before the next series of trailers starts. You’d have to sprint out during the 5-second freeze frame at the end of PT to not realize that the movie hadn’t ended.
Nope, it was his arm he complained about.
I saw Grindhouse on Sunday and loved it.
Last night I was at a friends birthday party and met a guy who worked as a car wrangler on the film. He had photos of about 12 Chargers and 8 Challengers. He said that there were 14 of each and only 2 of each weren’t destroyed.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity- and I’m not so sure about the universe.”- Albert Einstein®
I think you mean, “cried like a little whiny girl about.”
Evidently, there are a lot of people who simply wander into the vicinity of a theater, and decide to buy tickets to a random movie they know nothing about. It mystifies me, but it does explain: a.) the people walking out after PT; b.) the old couple who hightailed it out of our showing of *Shaun of the Dead *when the zombies became apparent; and c.) the continued ability of movies like *Norbit *or The Reaping to make money.
I used to work in a movie theater, which in later life has proven to be useful in providing insights into some folks’ behavior. Yep, there are folks who will buy tickets to a movie they know nothing about. I remember one old fellow in particular, who on opening weekend would come and see any new movie we had showing. He saw everything, covering a very wide gamut of genres. I thought at first that he was a critic, but no, he just went to every movie available. Musta been around 70 years old.
I reckon the movie theater was his big weekend deal, the thing he did as a hobby, or to keep busy, or for whatever reason. He just liked getting out to the theater, I guess.
I was a little surprised there wasn’t an actual intermission of some sort encouraging patrons to go to the lobby and get themselves a snack, since concession revenue made up a large portion of a grindhouse’s income (and still does for modern theatres). I was looking forward to getting my free popcorn refill during the closing credits of Planet Terror but whammo, the fun continued.