This fifth volume in the glorious '42nd St. Forever' series of tawdry, trashy, tacky, transgressive trailers focuses on the Grand Ole Opry of southern Grindhouse cinema, the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in Texas. The Lone Star state is considered to be the 'New York of the South' (and good ol' boys don't mean that as praise), and one need look no further for proof than to watch the trailers assembled in this demented collection for evidence. One of the last flag waving bastions of grindhouse glory, The Alamo hosts the Quentin Tarantino Film Fest and the Butt-Numb-A-Thon revivals, making it the equivalent of the Cannes Film or Sundance Festival of cinematic sleaze and celluloid sickness.
In this heartwarming salute to the Texan temple of trash, we are treated to many a great bad film; dozens of degrading, degenerative and dumpster-diving drivel that any seasoned sleazehound could ever hope for in this life. (My hope is that the afterlife is even more rewarding in this area, but I've always been a dreamer...). And an added perk in this collection is that the film genres are primarily grouped together, so if you're a kung-fu, Sonny Chiba-loving fool you've got a slew of such sashimi slices presented back to back - if not, the fast forward button becomes your best friend. Then comes the insanely depraved Eurohorror offerings that are long on nekkidness and short on scares, some decadent Danish sex comedy flesh-feasts, a fistful of low-budget action and sci-fi fiascos, a peppering of laughable sword and sandal or sorcery sludge, reel-ly ridiculous bad horror spin-offs you'll probably remember but wish you'd forgotten, a bevy of buffoonish American sex comedies that aren't any kind of funny though the nudity is noteworthy, then ya got yer Southern-fried rope'em, race'em, ride'em and ransack'em relics from those pre-PC days when Americans stood proudly while driving souped-up gas-guzzlers at unlawful speeds, off-road and through mud rivers while blatantly likkered up, and finally there's a cache of kiddie flicks cobbled together by someone on acid that represent some of the most bizarre previews here. So if you're a fan of cheesy trailers and bad films done badly, bare-knuckled brawling and bare-breasted babes, films that'll inflict damage, leave scars and promote mind rot, you've struck the mother lode, brethren. And there's more, friends, like ads for lobby food you wouldn't eat on a dare, a death wish or after a week with your mouth sewn shut. Yes indeed, kick back and revisit the 'good ol' days', for a splendid time is guaranteed for all... "Remember the Alamo!"