‘Move it, Peggy!’
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.
