I haven't done much with the ol' dA account lately, but some things just have to be blogged.

See Grindhouse.

Specifically, see Planet Terror. Death Proof is take it or leave it, and thankfully it's the latter offering so you can ditch after the brilliant fake trailers.

Where Death Proof is wordy and repetitive, Planet Terror excels at being nothing but likable characters, gross out action, and more fake blood than I've ever seen in one movie. It has scary doctors, scary soldiers, scary scientists, scary zombies, scary pustules, and a scary Bruce Willis (pretty much all of which explode in gleeful amounts of crimson jam), not to mention the plethora of guns, gun legs, and genital mutilation (don't ask). The fake trailers are also to die for, with Thanksgiving and Machete ranking as the movie's funniest moments.

"Where are my wife and daughter?"