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We barely knew ye.

Time to get out.

We all know how “down with the times” I am… but in this rare case I’m being relatively good, as Grindhouse only came out two months ago.

I’ve only seen the first feature, and I can already declare it the greatest film of all time.

It is truly the Citizen Kane of homage-to-seventies-sexploitation-and-violence flicks. And the music rocks.

And Rose MacGowan, back in the Doom Generation days, was a stone, villianous fox. Then she was on Charmed and all that and married the prince of darkness for a while (rebellious teens), and I think had some plastic surgery, and it was like, wha happened? But now she’s here as a go-go dancer, then she get stumped, then they attach a table leg to the stump, which is hot, and for the coup de grace… well… we all know by now.

I’m on the fence as to whether I’m going to even watch Tarantino’s portion (Death-Proof). Kinda don’t want to ruin the perfection.

I know that for some of you, lack of fresh blog content here is tantamount to lack of sufficient oxygen, and I would apologize… but You need to get a life. and i’m speaking to a population of no one. so it’s all ok.

But check this: such sentiment is meaningless in the face of the POWER of the triumphant return of trapped in the closet starting in 7/07.

oh yes. in the past, i’ve alternatively warned against getting trapped in the closet, and embracing ‘trapped in the closet’. if none of this is resonating, go back to the place where it all began, and prepare yourself for what is to come.

I’d like to take a moment and suggest that we all remember her as I saw her when I was a fourteen year-old boy — posing in her prime in Playboy[1].

Please do this as opposed to remembering her torrid marriage to the rich old guy, the torrid fight to get the money, the torrid weight gain and subsequent bizarre reality show, and the torrid death of her first son.

And, now, her own what-I-can-only-suspect- will-be-torrid death. I am a horrible person.

[1] I’m going to leave it at that in terms of level of detail regarding the remembrance of things past.