I really really like Quentin Tarantino. I just don’t like his films. Many of them are overlong and self-indulgent (apart from “Pulp Fiction” – which is phenomenal). It’s a shame because I love watching any interview with him, as his over-enthusiasm and vast knowledge of film make him come across as someone who really cares about cinema – he also seems like a really nice guy.
Which is why I still had my hopes held high for “Grindhouse”, as it seemed like Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez were making a movie especially for me. Now I knew Rodriguez’s half would be amazing – and it was – but I still held out for Tarantino’s “Death Proof”, crossing my fingers that he’d pull out all the stops and deliver.
He did! Luckily I love Kurt Russell and I love it even more when he’s relegated to the background while a really annoying group of women talk about NOTHING. I love it more when another really annoying group of women talk about nothing for even longer a second time later on! I really REALLY like watching annoying women sit around talking – that’s why my favourite film is “Sex and the City” and why I sometimes dress up as a woman and sneak into diners to talk about shoes and clothes and what movies Quentin Tarantino likes all while making sure Kurt Russell isn’t allowed anywhere near me. Thanks Quentin, you made my day!
Still, pretty darn sweet car chase in it. Got to wait about an hour and a half (I saw the film in its full-length version), but I’ll admit it’s rather good.
What the critics said: Seriously entertaining American filmmaking and definitely not the half-serious pastiche it could easily have been. No seatbelt, no airbag, no nuthin’ — just Tarantino driving wildly under the influence. – Empire