So, yesterday I caught up with the soulmate to QT’s Death Proof, Planet Terror. While I will not make any effort to deconstruct it in the same way I did Death Proff, I will say this: What a waste of my time. I wnet in with the understanding that this was supposed to be the better, stronger half of the Grindhouse double feature, and I suppose, in a way, it was. The characters were generally more compelling, especially Jeff Fahey and Michael Biehn playing a pair of Texas brothers, one the Sherrif, the other the local BBQ champ wannabe. They brought a spark to the film, even more so when they were sharing screen time. Freddy Rodriguez was also excellent, playing against his Six Feet Under persona as a gunslinging hero type. The movie had a few moments that made me smile, and there was possibly, just possibly a good movie in there somewhere, but it was not realized. It was just really gross. I mean, really, just disgusting.
Again, let me say that I am no stranger to gorey horror film material. I watched many gross, nasty, bilious films in my day, but this was just really disgusting. Almost unwatchably so. It wasn’t just over the top sicko humour, such as can be found in something like Evil Dead: The Musical, this was just horribly, horribly ill.
Overall, I have wasted almost four hours of my life on Grindhouse, and about ten bucks. That really sucks.
