Comments on: Grindhouse http://www.dissidentvoice.org/2007/04/grindhouse-kicking-ass-from-the-margins-in-b-horror/ a radical newsletter in the struggle for peace and social justice Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:42:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.1 By: Michele http://www.dissidentvoice.org/2007/04/grindhouse-kicking-ass-from-the-margins-in-b-horror/#comment-10764 Michele Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:32:03 +0000 http://www.dissidentvoice.org/new/2007/04/grindhouse-kicking-ass-from-the-margins-in-b-horror/#comment-10764 I haven't seen this film, but Kim wrote: "I spent every weekend at the Seavue Theater watching everything from Planet of the Apes to Vanishing Point to Easy Rider to Bonnie and Clyde to Ode to Billy Jack. My parents were of the demographic who “took their kids to anything.” In other words, throw the kids into the backseat without seat belts, crack open a couple of beers, light up a Marlboro, and head to the movie theater. So as a kid, I saw no end of boobies, guns and sex and violence in the movie theater. And when I wasn’t in the movie theater, I was holed up in the basement with Creature Features and no end of sci-fi horror schlock on the television." That was my San Francisco/Pacifica childhood right there! We were a hardy bunch, huh, surviving not only the pea soup fog, but ashes in eyes from blown back cigarette refuse, second hand pot smoke and drunken drives. But, damn, the movies were good. I haven’t seen this film, but Kim wrote:
“I spent every weekend at the Seavue Theater watching everything from Planet of the Apes to Vanishing Point to Easy Rider to Bonnie and Clyde to Ode to Billy Jack. My parents were of the demographic who “took their kids to anything.” In other words, throw the kids into the backseat without seat belts, crack open a couple of beers, light up a Marlboro, and head to the movie theater. So as a kid, I saw no end of boobies, guns and sex and violence in the movie theater. And when I wasn’t in the movie theater, I was holed up in the basement with Creature Features and no end of sci-fi horror schlock on the television.”

That was my San Francisco/Pacifica childhood right there! We were a hardy bunch, huh, surviving not only the pea soup fog, but ashes in eyes from blown back cigarette refuse, second hand pot smoke and drunken drives. But, damn, the movies were good.

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