Tarantino and Rodriguez enlisted a few of their friends to make some fake trailers to match play during the intermission. Rob Zombie (The Devil’s Rejects) is first up with a trailer for Werewolf Women of the S.S.. It is about, well, werewolf women created by the Nazis. While fun, it doesn’t hold a flame to the next two trailers, the first of which is for a movie called Don’t Scream directed by Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead). Once you see the trailer you will not only know not to scream, but you also will have a clear understanding of what else you should not do.

The final trailer is from Eli Roth (Hostel). Eli delivers the ultimate trump card of a trailer with Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is about as depraved and absurd as a horror trailer could possibly get, and it just works so well.

The final segment is Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof, which stars Kurt Russell as a former stuntman turned psycho pervert who stalks hot girls and kills them with his car. While Kurt Russell is every bit of a badass that he was as Snake Plisskin back in the day and the car chase scenes are intensely satisfying, it does seem that Mr. Tarantino gets in his own way a bit.

As is his style, there is plenty of dialog between small ounces of action. Normally that works, but in this case it really drags the film out. Death Proof also feels a little bit too polished to be paired up with Planet Terror, but that is ultimately the beauty of the double feature; you get two great films that are so different, and yet there are equally as fun.

In the end, the verdict must be that this film is one hell of an experience when seen in a theater. In fact, it may turn out to be this generation’s Rocky Horror Picture Show. Use caution, though; this is not a film for the weak stomached mainstream audience of America.

Use this simple equation to determine whether this is a movie for you: If you don’t have any interest in seeing this film already, watch the trailer. If that doesn’t get your blood boiling and have you on Fandango buying your ticket less than three minutes later, then you may want to pass. For those fanboys and fangirls out there, the ones who are revved up about this delicious double feature, rest assured the payoff is grand; Grindhouse is everything you want it to be and more.

Final Grade: B+