Movie Review: Grind

Grind. I saw this Friday night with Purvue and we were 2 of 4 in the whole theater on opening night. We sat down and the trailer that has all the cell phone and baby noises and people talking comes on. The end of that one goes, “Please, don’t spoil the movie by adding your own soundtrack.” It’s like a ritual when my friends and I go to the movies. Everyone turns and stares at me when this one comes on. I say, “What? Why are you all looking at me?” However, Purvue pointed something out. “It’s not spoiling the movie if you’re making it better.” Ooooh, good point. I figured that this movie was gonna suck so badly, and that fact coupled with the lack of theater-goers in the auditorium, meant that the gloves could come off and I could just say whatever the fuck I wanted to (and as loud as I wanted to).

That being said, I had some good lines to augment the movie, but really the movie was funny as fuck without my commentary. Seriously. Yes, I’m saying what most of you will consider to be the worst movie of the summer was good, but it was. I was pretty boggled by it, too. Bobcat Goldthwait has a cameo in it, and it’s almost like that eery feeling of foreshadowing when he comes on the screen you know something fucked up and funny is gonna happen. I won’t ruin it, but his great line had us laughint like hyenas well into the next scene or two. It wasn’t a one-joke movie, either. Granted, it was pretty brain-dead and stupid, but it was funny enough that I feel it was worth my time to watch. Of course, the part I’ve been building up to… there is a PIE reference in the film. I think that Ralph Sall is also an amazing Music Supervisor. Maybe it’s just that he had an idea for a skateboarding video and simply reversed it by turning it into a movie, but he’s great nonetheless.

The good: Comedy, some hot slices, and a Pie reference.

The Bad: It’s pretty mindless. Plot is thinner than Calista Flockhart on a diet.

The Ugly: Bobcat Goldthwaits ass hanging out of a skimpy pair of shorts. It was funny, but it still wasn’t the kind of ass I’d prefer hanging out of short shorts.

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