Manufactured, Processed Cult

Rating: 1/10 (15 January 2008)

Grindhouse is a fine example of what one can do with a name, some marketing, and absolutely no talent or thought.
Tarantino and Rodriguez, unable or unwilling to devise a compelling or entertaining story, insulated themselves from all criticism by deliberately setting out to make a campy movie - If you dislike it, then you just didn't get it. The B-movies (God only knows what doof came up with the phrase "Grindhouse") used to be a product of their limitations in budget and time. In that respect, Grindhouse is just a little bit different, being a product of their writer/directors' creative limitations.
Camp films didn't cost over twenty-million dollars to make. They also didn't have tens of millions of dollars in marketing. They also had a tendency to be entertaining (if accidentally) which is the one thing this movie (or movies) isn't.
"Grindhouse" is a fantastic movie, if acting, story, dialog, and entertainment value don't count.