To be honest, it's not the premise or the plot of Grindhouse that interests me at all. It's the gimmick... The homage... the nostalgia. All that. The movie just wouldn't be so bold to me, or as bold as it is, if not for the atmosphere.
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"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
