It may be surprising when a film is made of the term 'grindhouse'. It is a series of events that refer to cinemas specializing in B films, and often exploits films as described in a multi-feature format through more horrific events.
Delivers all the trashy, seat-squirming, eye-covering moments your fiercely racing heart craves. Forget about "guilty pleasures." Call it a pleasure, and leave it at that.
A paean to the exploitation films of the 70s, built more for titillation than story-telling, Grindhouse - especially the Rodriguez sequence - is nearly impossibly silly, not necessarily a bad thing, and is certainly not for everyone.
Grindhouse is both impressive and disappointing. From a technical and craft point of view it is first-rate; from its standing in the canon of the two directors, it is minor.
