Grindhouse Trailer Classics

Just the tip of a very slimy 'iceberg' of filth, these trailer discs are big in America and can regularly be seen played at elitist underground rockabilly clubs. For anyone wishing they'd been there in the 70s, a washed-up deadbeat on 42nd street, dirty mac and liquor bottle in a crumpled brown paper bag, staring dead-eyed at the relentless stream of violence and pornography, this is heaven indeed. An endless conveyor belt of men in rubber monster-suits chasing bikini girls, limbs being hacked off with rusty saws, hatchets lodged in delinquents' foreheads, perm-headed hipsters and jive-talking jungle-bunnies, scantily-clad death squads and Nazi prison lesbian torture sequences, this two hour long DVD, complete with 55 cruddy trailer classics is an unbeatable viewing pleasure. There's a bizarrely pure, unadulterated thrill to be experienced viewing these clips, that'll have you appreciating the obvious artistic talent involved in making the lowest form of celluloid scuzz look genuinely appealing. You just know these films of third reich sexual-experiments, hippie-occultism and bad-ass ninja hitmen are total stinkers, but you'll want to see them anyway, even though you've probably just seen all the best bits in the 60 second trailer. The crackling graininess, sordid, unerotic sex and worryingly gratifying primal onslaught of bloodiness, will leave you feeling, to borrow a phrase, unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed. It's probably best to watch these at a party, among friends, where it will no doubt provide a good hour of hilarity and enjoyment. But hey, why not watch it alone. Numbed by the absurdly graphic images indelibly scarring your retinas, you'll start to wonder if the human race hasn't gone very wrong somewhere along the line.
You know what? It probably has. But you'll find the plight of our wayward species will pale in significance as long as the gloriously offensive, hypnotic dance of flesh and death continues. So quit worrying, sit back and gorge yourself on this awesome visual junk.