Don't be bummed if you're too young to remember 1970s trips to the theater of last resort to catch the sleaziest in exploitation cinema. Tarantino and Rodriguez aim to re-create that experience for you — right down to the double-feature format, crappy print quality, and (mock) trailers for even lower-rent fare. But, said Tarantino at Comic-Con, "this isn't some Twilight Zone: The Movie thing. This is my next movie, and Robert's next movie." Added Rodriguez, "I wanted the whole world to have a [movie] night at Quentin's house. That'll be the idea." In his approximately 90-minute feature, Death Proof, Tarantino casts Russell as Stuntman Mike, a sicko who kills women with his skull-emblazoned Chevy Nova. Look for Dawson and friends (including Bobby's Winstead), as the cast and crew of a cheerleader movie that Mike is stalking, to present a major speed bump. "This is going to be Quentin's badass chick flick," promises Dawson. In his 90-minute segment, Rodriguez visits Planet Terror — actually a town suddenly overrun by quasi-zombies. Bad news for McGowan's Cherry, a stripper who's lost a leg. (Like Shelton, who plays an adulterous anesthesiologist, McGowan appears in both movies.) "Eventually she's called upon to save the universe," says McGowan of Cherry. "So she gets a machine gun leg."