Ah, why am I telling you all this? The story doesn't matter one bit. This film is simply a celebration of junkiness in film. Just when Tarantino and Rodriguez made Grindhouse into faux-Arthouse, we get this piece of junk that returns Grindhouse to his junky glory. Personally, I enjoyed every single bit of this film - except the parts that I never got to see, thanks to the local censors who protect our tender sensibilities and morals from the slightest hint of nudity while allowing all sorts of "F-bombs" and violence and supernatural crap to be shown!
