Someone's in the house. He's watching. He's creeping round, only you can't see him. He's watching you from the walls. He's right behind you now. Looking over your shoulder. He wants the remote control. He's a bad boy. He wants to watch bad movies. Bad bad Ronald...

Friday, May 27, 2011

Dear God No! Dear God... Yeah!!

Sleazy Rider
I'm sick of watching all the youtube tributes to Grindhouse movies/trailers made by snot nosed brats with the digital HD cameras their momma bought them, and edited on the Jr. High media lab laptops with fancy ass "old film" filters.  When did this shit get so easy?!  Get the emo hair blob outa your ears, kids, and listen up.  Grindhouse is not a genre.  It's a way of life.  It's cheap.  It's fast.  It's wicked. 

Now, this is Grindhouse!!  Shot on 16mm.  Looking like warm shit rolled over it, and then shit on it. Bad acting.  Nekkid chicks with Nixon masks.  Dope fiends.  Drawn on Frankenstein stitches.  Bikers.  And Bigfoot!!  Dear God... Yeah!!  Dear God No! looks like a complete dream come true for genre flicks. 
Tricky Dickies
All too often you get all this prefab buzz going around on a particular movie.  For me, that usually means I'm in a for a major disappointment (Hatchet anyone?).  There's usually promise of a new form of terror coming, or this film will change everything.  But, with Dear God they're promising bikers, boobies and blood.  Hell, the trailer alone fulfills that promise already.

I don't know what to do with my life if I can't see this movie!  
 Holy red band trailer!!

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