Death Proof (2007) (part 1 of 5)

SUMMARY: Kurt Russell plays a demented stuntman who likes to kill women with his car. He goes up against two sets of girls, while we listen to an excessive amount of Quentin Tarantino dialogue from unlikable characters talking about boring things. Basically, it’s what would happen if a talky art house movie somehow got mixed up with a car chase/slasher film. Only, it’s nowhere near as cool as it sounds.

Plus, stick around till the end, as Ed second-guesses an Oscar winning screenwriter!

Let me start by saying that I am an unabashed Quentin Tarantino fan. Pulp Fiction is one of the best movies of the ‘90s, Jackie Brown is a fine blending of Tarantino and Elmore Leonard, and his script for From Dusk Till Dawn is quite fantastic.

I won’t get into his background, since lord knows there’s been enough information readily available since 1992, and to be brutally frank, I don’t have time for that shit! The reason is that today, we’ll be discussing Death Proof, or as I like to call it, “How to convince people that Robert Rodriguez is a better filmmaker than I am.”*

[*Alternatively, you could sub in “When you get down to it, I’m really just a spastic film nerd with a big budget and a foot fetish!”]

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Ed Harris

A fan of less than great cinema since childhood, Ed divides his time between writing scripts, working an actual paying job and subjecting himself willingly to some of the worst films society has produced.

Multi-Part Article: Death Proof (2007)

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