The United States military are the bad guys yet again when a group of Afghanistan veterans try to unleash a lethal biochemical nerve gas that turns people into brain-devouring zombies. Robert Rodriguez’s contribution to Grindhouse (released earlier this year in theaters as a double bill with Tarantino’s Death Proof) is more violent, more disgusting, less loquacious, and ultimately less accomplished with none of the set-pieces reaching the cinematic nirvana of Death Proof’s final 20 minutes.
Planet Terror starts strong with Rodriguez setting up his multiple-character story extremely well. Past and future interactions are planned well. This has always been Rodriguez’s strong suit – the plotting; it’s the damn writing and directing that always get in the way. The jokes are too knowing and the directing, while occasionally generating some shocks, is usually predictable. Most of the actors jump neck-deep into their ridiculous roles. Josh Brolin is strong as a doctor trying to figure out the illness and the scenes between brothers Jeff Fahey and Michael Biehn are excellent. But these are old pros who’ve been around for 20+ years. Click below for the full review.
Some terrific early “magic hour” lighting.
Sayonara, Mr. Takagi.
Was gas ever that cheap?
“Come out to the coast. We’ll get together. Have a few laughs." 
Bruce kills his third bad guy.
The first R-rated catchphrase. Congratulations. 
Ellis, perhaps the greatest douche-bag in film history.
The money shot.
As Hans Gruber, Alan Rickman gives a great performance, but this memorable reaction was genuine: he was dropped early.
If he had done this to Urkel, he’d be bigger than Bruce Willis.
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