Grindhouse review

I've got a review of Grindhouse up at NRO today. I was kind of disappointed:

For hardened grindophiles, the kind of guys (and yes, they’re mostly guys) who live to see pole-dancers with machine guns for legs, boil-covered mutant zombies, or Kurt Russell as a sleazy, psychopathic stunt-car driver, there are meaty chunks of puerile glory dispersed throughout. But the creators are so blinded by their slobbering geek love for these crass old pics that they can’t decide whether they want Grindhouse to be a parody, a contemporary update, a post-modern experiment, or a loving recreation. What should’ve been a gleefully vulgar, low-brow romp is, instead, as awkward and mangled as one of Rodriguez’s zombies — not without its share of bizarre thrills and gurgling menace — but plodding, confused, struggling to hold itself together.