Grindhouse presents...

So I was laying in bed last night (keep it in your pants kids) and I was having a fabulous convo with myself for the bloggity blog. Do you think I can remember one iota of it today? Nope. Nada. Zip. If this is what comes with getting old... I don't want it! Shit! It was good too. I figure that maybe if I just sit here and type on my dysfunctional keyboard for a while maybe I will remember the brilliance that once was.

Oh...
I member...

So... How many of you out there have seen... Wait for it...

Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof"
(spoiler alert)

Anyone?

Buehler?

I don't know what took me so long to see this movie. I guess I'm just stubborn (shut up Salti). But I swear to you I was watching it and having an ultimate girl power moment. I feel that I must warn some of you, due to the mixed nature of my audience, that this is a violent, sexual, somewhat drug/alcohol laden type of movie. And yes... I still loved it. The characters are complex and interesting. As a woman you watch the movie and relate to the dialogue because it is so similar to what we actually talk about. And then there's my new girl crush... Zoe Bell!! Stunt woman turned actress/stunt woman. This Kiwi does it all. She's rad. And yes... I use the word 'rad' liberally when called for. Just ask Ms. Salti and all my immediate family. I'm bringing it back people.

(That's Zoe in the green hat)

So. As Lamar used to say on Reading Rainbow "Don't take my word for it"... go see it yourself, lovers. Enjoy! And be prepared for a little unexpected Tarantino gore =) He's good like that!