So Grindhouse (the genre) seems to have had its 15 minutes and failed to bring on the collapse of civilisation some envisaged. While the faithful wait for the new Rob Zombie or Tarantino, why not take a trip back “to the gory days of cult and exploitation cinema”? It’s all here: Blaxploitation, bikers, babes and bloody horror. What’s clear is how the modern ‘masters’, fail to capture (if I can call it this) the warmth inherent in this kind of film-making. With miniscule budgets, many of these productions were labours of (an admittedly twisted) love.