Easter at The Grindhouse

Since no one wanted to voluntarily see Grindhouse with me, I bribbed a friend into going with me by buying Easter brunch for the two of us first at Zingerman's Roadhouse in Ann Arbor. It was super yummy. I had Grits and Eggs, stone ground South Carolina grits topped with two fried eggs and vermont cheddar (I had them leave off the bacon)and a Traverse City Cherry Soda to drink.

Grindhouse was everything I thought it would be. I loved the fake movie previews, especially the one called "Machete." Overall, I thought Planet Terror was far better than Death Proof. It had lots of great little details. The story was good. The characters were likable. Lots of humor. Lots of dead zombies. It was super duper gory, and I hid under my coat a few times, like a chicken shit, but I'm pretty sure I saw at least 87% of the blood bath.

Rose McGowan is my hero again. She was sexy, funny, strong and romantic. The girl kicked ass with her machine gun leg. Freddy Rodríguez had some awesome tough guy tattoos, too, and he was more like Snake Plisskin in Escape from New York, than Kurt Russell was in Death Proof, which was really slow to start and my butt was beginning to realize I had been sitting there for three hours. Still, the car chases were good, and there was lots of girl power to be found.