Not a Review of Grindhouse

I saw Grindhouse when it opened three weeks ago. Since then I have been trying to write a review of it. Each draft has failed to capture what I want to say about the movie(s). So in lieu of a proper review allow me to make the following statement:

If you love going to the movies, go and see Grindhouse. Go to the theater for the experience. Pack the house with your friends, bring along someone you might want to steal a kiss from, sneek in your favorite refreshments and have a full evening at the movies. Try to time it so that you arrive after the myriad commercials and animated sequences that show off the "impressive" power of the theaters sound system. If you hit your seats when the faux trailer for Machete begins you will be transported to a time when going to the movies was a little more fun than it has been lately.

It really doesn't matter that Planet Terror and Death Proof are not the best exploitation films ever, nor are they the best fims by the Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez. Grindhouse needs to be congratulated for celebrating a love for the movies and bringing fun back to the movie going process.