Man, I Would Love This Poster on my Viewing Room Wall...
Quentin Tarantino & Robert Rodriguez's
Grindhouse was a high-octane blast, period; most fun I've had in a movie theater in ages. My stepson
Mike (Bleier) and I caught the matinee yesterday, and we had a fantastic time, giddy and punchdrunk by the end, juiced on the energy of both films and having laughed more than either of us have at any comedy in recent memory.
I'll post a full review later on, but want to note a few things up front:
1. If you're an old sot (like me), avoid drinking soda or water until the end of the second feature. Man, did I ever have to piss by the end of
Death Proof! But I didn't miss a frame of it, and did stay through the credits crawl. Unlike
Joe Dante,
Tarantino and
Rodriguez do
not reward we credit-crawl diehards for our loyalty; having to piss even
more was my reward.
2. Death Proof's title music is borrowed from one of my all-time favorite exploitation/drive-in scores, Jack Nitzsche's title tune ("The Last Race") for Bert I. Gordon's Village of the Giants (1965), a film which also boasted a bit of the
Beau Brummels. The
Nitzsche tune always outstripped
Gordon's entertaining but lameass flick; it plays
beautifully here, and definitely got me in the groove (though the fake previews between the two features already had me there in spades). The
Village of the Giants score was
Nitzsche's first, followed by his mindbending
Performance (1970) score --
which Tim Lucas most eloquently discussed in this Video Watchblog post --
-- and a truly lovely score for
Robert Downey's
Greaser's Palace (1972). Hollywood didn't note
Nitzsche's skills until a full decade after his debut for
Gordon's giant-teen opus: it took his haunting, mournful music for
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975) to wake the studios up.
Nitzsche further cemented his place in my personal fave film composers pantheon by having
Don Van Vliet (aka
Captain Beefheart himself!) sing "Hard Work Driving Man", with
Ry Cooder on the guitar -- the title tune for
Paul Schrader's excellent
Blue Collar (1978). A
Nitzsche soundtrack compilation album is long overdue. "The Last Race" alone ensures my picking up
Grindhouse's soundtrack CD.
3. Favorite overheard dialogue going in to buy my ticket: "
I swore after seeing Kill Bill I'd never, ever watch another damned Quentin Tarantino movie again!" (elderly woman to her friend, en route to
Das Leben der Anderen/The Lives of Others)
4. For most horror fans, whether weaned on drive-in/nabe fare or the DVD renaissance of exploitation and import sf/horror titles,
Rodriquez's
Planet Terror wears its blood-drenched influences on its sleeve, fusing them into its own confection from the outset (its closest to
Rodriguez's
The Faculty in its marvelous conflation of genre staples into its own distinctive blend). But
Tarantino plays a tighter, odder game.
Death Proof's initial structure and pacing (slow, languid, leisurely, dialogue-heavy buildup to a jarring first-third climax) felt eerily, precisely like some of the
Crown International films of the '70s, particularly
Earl Barton's unforgettable
Trip With the Teacher (1975).
Tarantino finds and maintains his own groove, too, but
Death Proof had me practically flashing-back to those
Crown In't opuses, which I have to revisit ASAP.
What made them work was the way the first third of their films seemed to just piss away screentime with chit-chat, bits of business, and inducing a sort of diversionary torpor -- it was shameless padding, in most of the
Crown In't films, natch, but it worked to lull and set up the viewer for having the rug yanked out from under one's feet when the film finally kicked into gear. That's what
Death Proof does -- and once it's in gear, it doesn't let up. Also like
Crown In't fare, there's troublesome loose threads left blowing in the wind (just as one can't help but wonder what happens to the actress left with the Dodge Charger owner here), but that's part of the package, and kudos to
Tarantino for having the chops to just
end the film --
bam! -- when it's
over. Most viewers with any grounding in '60s exploitation will likely invoke
Russ Meyer's
Faster, Pussycat, Kill, Kill! (1965) as
Tarantino's model, which is fair (and accurate) enough for the film's third act, but the whole is a major
Crown In't flashback for me. Listen, just go for the ride.
5. The faux trailers are a gas. Rodriguez's
Machete is perfection (and it precedes the first feature, so don't arrive late), and
Rob Zombie's
Werewolf Women of the SS is a hoot, too, but it was
Edgar (Shaun of the Dead) Wright's
Don't that had
Mike and I absolutely doubled up with laughter. For
Mike, it was just funny -- for me, it summed up the whole
Don't school of cheapjack horror flicks with spot-on speed and style; along with
Machete, it's the best of the lot.
Eli Roth's
Thanksgiving is funnier in concept than execution until that last, fleeting shot of -- I
think -- the killer humping the turkey with a human head attached to it, which induced helpless laughter again.
Roth accurately captures the horrible, washed-out maladroit nature of the worst of the post-Halloween slashers in and of themselves, but is perhaps too young to have experienced the trailers in a theater, which always successfully disguised the utterly drab essence of the films they were promoting. Funnier still, though, was the ad for the Tex-Mexican restaurant, with its vomitous color drainage and singularly unappetizing tableaus of 'food.' All that was missing was the beloved ad for
Pic -- but that was unique to drive-ins, not grindhouses, hence its absence.
6. There's an "original" title card fleetingly in view -- I think it read Thunderbolt -- before the "retitle" title card Death Proof is cut into the print. A brilliant touch, that, and one drive-in and grindhouse mavens recognize as an all-too-familiar trope from the '70s and '80s; as a diehard
Mario Bava fan, this was a staple of my diet; I saw my all-time favorite
Bava films on drive-in screens and 42nd St. theaters under multiple titles. For instance,
Twitch of the Death Nerve and
Last House Part II were the same film -- which was test-marketed in Boston as
Carnage! -- as were
Kill, Baby...Kill! and
Curse of the Living Dead. The kind of 'spliced in' title card
Death Proof uses was more typical of the '80s retitles:
Horror on Snape Island becoming
Beyond the Fog, Italian gangster films being repromoted as faux-horror films (
Almost Human, etc.). Anyhoot, back to
Death Proof and that first title visible for a couple of frames -- anyone catch that first onscreen title?
7. In all my years of drive-in and nabe viewing, I never saw a "Reel Missing" insert title. And I had at least two decades of viewing experience, from the New England drive-ins to the last gasp years of
42nd Street and
New Jersey grindhouses (during my
Kubert School and initial
XQB years), and baby,
those were grindhouses. I savored a number of reel-out-of-order projection fuckups, primarily at drive-ins, but never reels
missing. Still,
Rodriguez and
Tarantino use the device cleverly and with perverse, calculated intent.
OK, more later! Just see the movie, if it sounds like your cup of tea. It sure was mine!
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Following up on yesterday's
Easter Sunday post, the ever-thoughtful
Luke Przybylski (not) emails, "
It's come to my attention that the link I provided in my last email is not working. The video can be seen by searchin [sic]
on Google Video for THE GREAT GLOBAL WARMING SWINDLE." Which you can, like, do or not do. Up to you. I post this info here only for the sake of completion; the video
Luke references is bunk, IMHO, but fascinating in and of itself.
Also following up on yesterday's post comes the following from the
Stamford Advocate, compliments of my sister-in-law and artist/photographer extraordinaire
Patricia Lambert and from
Cathie Kovacs, President/Founding Director of
The Wildlife Orphanage, Inc. in
Stamford, CT. We're seeing these accelerated birthing cycles in VT, too -- further localized evidence of the climate change's impact on regional flora and fauna:
Local warning on warming
By Tim Stelloh
Staff Writer
April 8, 2007The impact of climate change on wildlife may seem like a distant issue for this area - affecting polar bears in the Arctic shelf, for instance. But the increasingly mild weather may be changing the mating cycles and migration patterns of animals in the region.Squirrels and raccoons are being born far earlier than usual, said Heather Bernatchez, director of development for the Stamford-based Wildlife Orphanage, which rescues and rehabilitates animals inFairfield County.Newborn gray squirrels arrived almost two months earlier this spring than they did a decade ago, she said. "They used to be born in May," Bernatchez said. "Now they're coming in at the beginning of March."Raccoons are being born about a month earlier and nursing mother raccoons are turning up in daylight near homes and searching for food, she said."We had a fox rescue last Friday, and this guy was 4 weeks old, which means they are also a month early," Bernatchez said.The influx of calls about newborn squirrels discovered in felled trees and foraging raccoons has increased the workload and strained the Wildlife Orphanage, she said."We can't get ready early enough in the season. It's a much longer season than it used to be," she said.The orphanage does not care for deer because of space restrictions, Bernatchez said.But deer stay healthier during mild winters and in turn have higher reproduction rates, state Department of Environmental Protection biologist Howard Kilpatrick said.That means Fairfield County - which has one of the most dense deer populations in the state - could see a spike in deer-vehicle accidents and deer-related homeowner complaints.But Kilpatrick could not say how deer fared last winter.A report released on Friday by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, composed of hundreds of scientists from around the world, says the mating changes the Wildlife Orphanage has seen are becoming more common."There is very high confidence, based on more evidence from a wider range of species, that recent warming is strongly affecting earlier timing of spring events." Egg-laying is listed as one of those events.Bird migration is another. Milan Bull, the senior director of science and conservation with the Connecticut Audubon Society, said that warming affects species differently."Usually, we have diving ducks in the Long Island Sound," he said. "This winter was so mild all across the East that they weren't forced to come down and winter here."Farther north, the lack of ice forced far fewer bald eagles out of Maine and northern Massachusetts and onto the banks of the Connecticut River in this state, Bull said.While 50 to 100 eagles usually winter near the river, about 25 did this year, he said.Birds such as the wood thrush that migrate north from Central America are also changing migration patterns, arriving a week earlier than a decade ago, Bull said.The number of seals following fish south from Canada and Maine into the Sound was also down this year, according to Tim Gagne, spokesman for the Maritime Aquarium at Norwalk. which is completing its annual seal census.While all the data from the count has not been analyzed - and a warm winter does not necessarily correlate with a low seal count - "it stands to reason that milder conditions in all of New England made the annual winter migration south less necessary for many seals," he said.It's not a matter of 'choose your reality' -- it's a matter of 'choose to ignore reality' or 'choose to engage.' As I said yesterday, the duality argument is a false one. 'Nuff said.
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Oh, shit, I misplaced my
Criswell book yesterday while cleaning up.
I'm still amid chaos with my books and such as the post-move transition continues. There's hope, as
David Gabriel (and his coworker
Josh) started work in earnest last week on the basement renovations, which will result in shelving for all my library. But that's still at least a month away from completion, the unpacking and shelving of the collection even further off, and I'm daily tripping up on my inability to lay my hands on books I need (for CCS class, primarily).
Anyhoot --
I predict -- as soon as I find the Criswell book, I'll post today's prediction. Have a Great Monday, one and all!
Labels: Criswell predicts, Global Warming, Grindhouse, Jack Nizsche, Quentin Tarantino, Robert Rodriguez, Trip With the Teacher, Village of the Giants
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