Let's see: I love Quentin Tarantino's movies. I love that he combines badass, testosterone-pumping action with foul-mouth shittalking that sounds like Shakespeare if Shakespeare was a Blaxsploitation character with tourettes and chick characters who managed to be interesting to both the males (read hot) and females (read will fuck up a dude) in the audience.
And y'know, I really dig Roberto Rodriguez, even though he was directly responsible for that week in 1999 that I considered selling my body to science. Sin City is, in my opinion, the best comic book movie ever made. Forget 300: I have four words for you — Mickey Rourke as Marv. Really, adaptations just don't get any better than that. And I've always respected Rodriguez for telling the Hollywood machine to go fuck itself and building himself a studio in Austin, Tx, to make his movie the way he wanted to make them.
That said, I'm really not sure that I'm up for Grindhouse - if this review from AintItCool.com is anything to go by, I'm at least one Y chromosome, if not two, short of the required amount to enjoy this movie.
And y'know, I really dig Roberto Rodriguez, even though he was directly responsible for that week in 1999 that I considered selling my body to science. Sin City is, in my opinion, the best comic book movie ever made. Forget 300: I have four words for you — Mickey Rourke as Marv. Really, adaptations just don't get any better than that. And I've always respected Rodriguez for telling the Hollywood machine to go fuck itself and building himself a studio in Austin, Tx, to make his movie the way he wanted to make them.
That said, I'm really not sure that I'm up for Grindhouse - if this review from AintItCool.com is anything to go by, I'm at least one Y chromosome, if not two, short of the required amount to enjoy this movie.
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