A One-Two Punch. In the Nuts.

Quentin Tarantino's latest mashup of all things stupid has hit the theaters, and that sound you hear--the one that resembles two rutting hogs--is fanboys across the nation squealing with glee.

What I don't get, though, is how making an intentionally bad movie (two movies, actually--it's a double feature! Hooray!) about bad movies is worthwhile. Are we really supposed to pay homage to camp and bad acting/writing/production? Sometimes, trash is just trash.

The films Tarantino thinks are pure gold are, in a word, insufferable. Loud, obnoxious, gauche, often vile and dehumanizing. And so he rolled them all into one dull, nonsensical--and because he's serious--unironic film, and now we have "Grindhouse."

He's a thief and a dumb ass; let's go see his movie! We can piss away $10 on something we could have written ourselves!

What the fuck is wrong with some people?