Grindhouse
Grindhouse is a 2007 American horror film double feature co-written, produced, and directed by Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino. The film's title derives from the U.S. film industry term 'grindhouse', which refers to movie theaters specializing in B movies, often exploitation films, shown in a multiple-feature format.
22 September 1979, Sundsvall, Västernorrlands län, Sweden
5 September 1973, Florence, Tuscany, Italy
1966, USA
28 January 1965, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
25 December 1946, Guildford, Surrey, England, UK
13 July 1946, Los Angeles, California, USA
April 21, 1979 in Virginia, USA
28 November 1984, Rocky Mount, North Carolina, USA
14 July 1938, Tallinn, Estonia
October 14, 2012
Not just a movie but an event in its own right, Grindhouse is simply unmissable in its complete form.
October 21, 2010
Grindhouse is a great experience, packed with fun, thrills, chills and gore galore.
April 09, 2007
A rowdy jolt of quasi-nostalgic escapism.
September 04, 2008
This is a movie theater experience. It needs to be seen at night, with a big screen and lots of friends.
April 09, 2007
A weaponized adrenaline rush.
April 09, 2007
The whole thing runs a bit over three hours, goes by swiftly, contains countless film references and includes hilarious fake trailers.
April 09, 2007
RR and QT do an excellent job of simulating the content of grindhouse offerings, but they don't simulate the experience or the giddy kick.
April 09, 2007
Shocking gore. Excessive violence. Gratuitous nudity. Exploding pustules. Hey, maybe your childhood was different than mine.
March 22, 2011
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.
October 26, 2007
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.
June 09, 2010
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.
