Just got back from a midnight showing, and I'm still pumped.
Planet Terror was pitch perfect. I'm a huge fan of 70's and 80's schlock, and this part of Grindhouse was everything it could have possibly been. 5 stars, no doubt.
I'd see a full length Werewolf Women of the SS. It's just too good a premise, and Zombie already showed me enough to get my ass back in the chair. Machete....I'd see Machete. "Don't" was the funniest damn part of the whole experience, and Thanksgiving convinced me Eli Roth needs to stick to comical horror as opposed to the crap he's doing now.
Death Proof, on it's own, is a damn fine movie worth talking about. Problem is that 10 minutes into it, Tarantino forgot it was a Grindhouse movie, and went on making a Tarantino movie. If a 2+ hour version of this film exist's, I don't want to see it. Supposedly all the car footage was used, and I'd hate for the first half of it to be any longer than it was. I'm not saying it was bad, I'm saying it didn't fit in with everything else in Grindhouse. It was too modernized, and too clean looking. The dialog was all right, certainly not "Bob Dylan worthy" as Tarantino claimed it to be. When Rose McGowen's character finally gets in the car, the movie finally remembers it's a Grindhouse flick, then promptly forgets right after the crash. This half of Grindhouse just didn't live up to expectations, but in time I know I'll personally appreciate it more. But for now, if I hear another whiney chick talk about getting high, I'll stab out my own eye's.