-- Lt. Muldoon
Here we go -- we're definitely out of Academy range and onto good, mindless fun. The month after the Oscars usually includes a battering of the truly awful, slowly evolving into steroid pumped action flicks of the summer.
Art houses have been releasing hidden gems, but sometimes you gotta hit the mainstream theatres for a blowout that'll make you wanna throw popcorn at your date. So in the excitement leading up to Friday's release of Quentin Tarantino & buddy Robert Rodriguez's Grindhouse, here's a horrendous B-poem in the spirit of B-movies:
G is for gore, there'll be plenty of that,
R is for red, in the blood that goes splat.
I is for indie, Q&R made it hip,
N is for numbers, ain't no box office slip.
D's for directors, there's five different trailers,
H is for horror, 'cuz we're on Planet Terror.
O is for oeuvre, where violence is vast,
U is for Uma, she's not in this cast.
S is for sex (there's a girl named Cherry),
E's for exploitation, and this is so very.
Comments (2)
We're seeing it (Grindhouse) Friday night at the drive in- whoo-hoo! We're planning on cooking out too, so let's hope the gore mixes okay with stomachs full burgers!
Posted by SaraQ | April 4, 2007 1:58 PM
Posted on April 4, 2007 13:58
Aw, damn. I'd love to see this one at a drive-in. I'm jealous. We're going tomorrow.
Posted by Brian | April 6, 2007 10:34 PM
Posted on April 6, 2007 22:34