Looking over this whopping twelve-page cover story on the grindhouse phenomenon, I was struck by the fact that I was still being nursed in 1975, when moviegoers were experiencing bona fide exploitation double bills in the seediest theatres of New York’s notorious 42nd Street. What a thrill it must have been to see movies such as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Last House on the Left, The Astro-Zombies, The Blood Spattered Bride, Torso, The House at the Edge of the Park, Shockwaves, Burial Ground, Pieces, Blood Feast, I Drink Your Blood and Blood Eaters in their first run at some shithole theatre with a rowdy crowd of drunks, perverts and other miscreants.
But these venues are a thing of the past, snuffed out by the advent of home video, urban…
