Grindhouse
Gun-wielding go-go dancers gunning down goons, gleefully. Gurning guys gamble their guts.
This is a quite gory take on the Z list film, with a very large budget, which allows for funky shit. It’s technically a competent romp.
The Tarantino scene crosses the line, but only once. It’s just too damn creepy to have the (de facto) director berating the cast while attempting sexual assault, come on! What a tone deaf scene, par for the course with Tarantino. Then Harvey Weinstein is prominently feature in the credits, which only turns a potentially icky situation into felonies.
Avoid Thanksgiving too.
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