CineBeats has posted My Grindhouse Double Feature, which not only has a couple of nice links here, but also a interesting and entertaining expansion of her choice for The Horror Blog's Horror Roundtable - Week Forty-One, which asks various people for their grindhouse double features.
In the entry How Sexy Am I Now?, Culture Snob brings up a larger question that I left open in describing the rules of this blog-a-thon, such as they were, "This blog-a-thon is a ridiculous exercise in which one must first justify calling something 'trash,' and then make an argument for it — without reservation or caveat — as important, relevant, worthwhile, or artistic. A comparison: 'You are a whore. But you’re such a good whore that you’re not really a whore at all, but a professional sex artist.'"
I began answering the distinction, as I see it, between "trash" and "trashy" in comments there, but I thought I'd expand upon those thoughts.
I think the key, as best I can say, is that "trashy" is not necessarily analogous to a whore per se, but, to continue the metaphor, to "trashy women". The women I've heard referred to as "trashy" are seldom literally prostitutes, and are almost always simply women who dress in ways that highlight or expose specific areas, self-consciously appealing to the baser instincts of the person looking at them.
Our society has a variety of reasons to judge these women harshly. Not the least of which is an underlying fear of those baser instincts themselves. There are also enough women (and men are certainly guilty of varying forms of this, but I'm continuing the metaphor and frankly it is much easier to explain this way) who dress in such a manner specifically to draw attention away from their deficits in other areas - whether it be intelligence, sense of humor or simply basic human decency - that it's difficult to dismiss the idea of their essential baseness from the public consciousness.
Probably this Stranger Suggests item by David Schmader has made this metaphor more appealing to me. Labeling, as he does, talented women like Charo and Dolly Parton as "stealth bimbos", their exterior appearance of light-hearted, easy-goingness along with bosom flaunting, tight clothing camouflages their real talents. I'm unsure, in either case, what extent the masquerade is a marketing decision and what extent it's aesthetic. Ultimately, I don't care. I personally enjoy that balance.
In those terms, I'm looking for your cinematic stealth bimbos.
Obviously, trashy movies have their own versions deep plunging cleavage, giggly voices, sparkly clothes and tight silk pants to draw your attention. Some of those, as shown in the selections so far, are sex/nudity, implausible science fiction/fantasy plots, extreme violence and camp. Enough of these movies use these elements to draw attention away from their deficits in other areas that it's difficult to dismiss the idea of their essential baseness from the public consciousness.
Enough of them are more, however. The bimbo clothes may be there for marketing or aesthetic reasons, depending, but the substance is there and that's the reason for this blog-a-thon. To celebrate the things we see when we look past - or under - those slutty clothes.