Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez’s recent double-feature Grindhouse tapped into a nostalgia for a movie going experience that many might have otherwise be embarrassed to cop to. The original grindhouse films – scuzzy, dumb, fun exploitation movies from the 1970s that were named after the moviehouses in which they played (which would grind out show after show)––were never considered high cinematic art at the time. Nevertheless Grindhouse movies continue to be popular, as evidenced by the regular screenings organized by Portland’s Grindhouse Film Festival and the current repertory series at Boston’s Brattle Theatre, Return to the Grindhouse. The season was curated with the aid of the Alamo Drafthouse’s Lars Nilsen (who programs Weird Wednesday for the legendary Austin cinema), and features films that range from the Paul Schrader-scripted Vietnam vet revenge road movie Rolling Thunder to Blood Freak, a mutated killer turkey movie described in the program notes as both “genius” and a “remarkable piece of crap” to Truck Turner, a blaxploitation classic starring the late Isaac Hayes (can you dig it?). And don’t worry, there are, of course, a number of films – such as Chained Heat, Sweet Sugar and the lost Greek oddity Wild Pussycat – in which the female cast members frequently and needlessly lose their clothes.