Death Proof
November 16th 2007 00:55
Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s not strictly horror fare, but Death Proof (2007) was designed as a double feature billed with Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror under the umbrella title Grindhouse, inspired by the cinema programs that played host to many a shlocky piece of exploitation, and here at Pleasure of Nightmares, we champion all that is lurid and schlocky, excessive and perverted. Tarantino’s Death Proof fits that bill fairly snugly.
The original grindhouse movies were low-budget flicks filled with violence, nudity, sex, drugs, loud music, bad editing and dubbing (especially the foreign flicks), grungy production values, schonky “acting”, and often missing reels of footage (so films would inexplicably jump in narrative) which were churned out at low-rent cinemas in downtown Manhanttan. But, they possessed a raw, funky aesthetic, and appealed generally to either adrenalin junkies, the dirty mac brigade, or hardened genre lovers of horror, sci-fi, organized crime, martial arts, or vehicular action. And sex. There was always sex.
Quentin Tarantino has always proclaimed his love of B-grade movies, and so has Robert Rodriguez. So together they concocted the Grindhouse concept; two very modest-length (around 80-odd minutes) features in the grindhouse vein that would screen one after another like a drive-in double feature, complete with fake trailers to other trashy flicks thrown in between for good measure. Brilliant concept, but it bombed, in all the wrong ways.
American audiences stayed away in droves, not prepared to sit through a three-hour session, and high-brow cinemas refused to book the double bill as it meant only a handful of screenings per day. The bitter irony was that Euro and Australasian audiences would’ve lapped it up, but for Joe Average in the States, the concept was too radical. So, executive producers, the Weinstein brothers, had a mini-panic and decided to derail the complete Grindhouse experience and have released the movies overseas separately. First up we get Tarantino’s Death Proof (which was screened second in the original bill). There are fears we may never get Rodriguez’s Planet Terror on the big screen down under. Let alone any of the glorious fake trailers!
But enough of the background, let’s jump to the foreground, pronto. A white hot juggernaut at 200mph! Death Proof, which had the working title of Thunder Bolt! (and there’s a frame or two of the original title just before the Death Proof title card comes up, in-keeping with grindhouse schonkiness), tells the skeleton tale of Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell), a sociopathic killer, with a wicked sense of humour and a nasty taste for wiping out pretty young things on the road.
The movie is split into two halves with two sets of young women each being terrorised by the grizzly, scar-faced charmer. In the first half we meet gorgeous Jungle Julia (Sydney Poitier, daughter of Sidney), a radio DJ, and her girlfriends, plucky Arlene (Vanessa Ferlito), and ditsy Shanna (Jordan Ladd, daughter of Cheryl). The three girls go drinking at their local haunt, throwing back margueritas and Wild Turkey shots like they’re goin’ outta fashion. Gug-gug-gug-gug-gug (engine growl) ... enter Stuntman Mike. He keeps on eye on the girls, but ends up giving the gullible bombshell Pam (Rose McGowan) a lift.
Meanwhile Julia, Arlene, Shanna hit the road with Lanna (Monica Staggs). Which leads us to the movie’s wholly stunning set-piece where Stuntman Mike, having dealt with Pam, zooms in front of the girls' car, does a 180 and waits, foot resting on the clutch, then as the girls' headlights blaze down on him and with pure psychopathic style he guns it ... and we have a head-on collision. In slow motion. From several different angles. It’s a show-stopper.
The second half, 14 months later, has four new chicks; laidback Abernathy (Rosario Dawson), airhead cheerleader Lee (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), feisty Kim (Tracie Thorns), and Kiwi stuntwoman Zoe Bell, as herself (she was Uma Thurman’s stunt double in Kill Bill). Stuntman Mike assumes the position and it’s playtime again, although now he’s up against some serious empowered females. And there'll be hell to pay. Has Stuntman Mike met his match? Well I guess it ain’t over til the stuntman’s in tears.
Death Proof is as dumb as burning rubber, but it squeals plenty good. Tarantino has always been good at casting his movies, although the casting of stuntwoman Zoe Bell didn’t work for me. She’s not very good an actress (and despite the grindhouse concept the calibre of acting is high in this movie), plus her Kiwi accent grated on my ears, which is kinda amusing coming from myself, a Kiwi. But there's some stunning stunt work. Whew!! The movie is overlong though (grindhouse movies were never close to two hours, even the foreign ones were cut down!), with way too much yapping. It’s here that Tarantino’s love of self-conscious, referential dialogue becomes bogged down, his indulgences running away with him. And let’s face it, he’s not a good actor himself, so he should refrain from throwing himself in the mix with every film he does, he did not convince me as a bartender in the slightest, even if he does dig the tasty beverage Chartreuse.
The deliberately scratchy print and jump cuts certainly added flavour, and I loved the opening “feature presentation” and “this movie is restricted” sequence. Curiously I noticed the "scratches" and “bad editing” became less and less frequent as the movie went along, so that by the time we’re well into the second half the movie looks like any other slick flick, albeit directed by Tarantino. Amusingly a couple seated next to me and my fiancé (who, curiously, enjoyed the second half much more than me) failed to understand the grindhouse concept so that every time a "bad cut" happened they groaned and tut-tutted. We couldn’t help but snigger.
Kurt Russell, in a role originally intended for Mickey Rourke, is superb. And Rosario Dawson steals her scenes. The shots of Stuntman Mike with his shades on driving his angry Dodge Charger are pure gold. But the much-talked about lap dance Arlene performs for Stuntman Mike (cut from the original version) wasn’t anywhere as sleazy as it should’ve been. In fact, overall the movie wasn’t nearly as dodgy as I wanted it to be (where’s the damn nudity?! Hmph!) There was definitely something restrained about it. Although it harks back to the 70s in so much of its visual style (clothes, music, art direction – loved the Buffy Saint-Marie Soldier Blue poster in Julia’s pad!), it’s actually set in the present, with characters using mobile phones, and modern cars surrounding the featured muscle cars. I’d have preferred the whole movie to have taken place in the mid-70s. Also, the women talk about sex like they're teenagers, which they're so obviously not. Tarantino loves to think he nails it, but he doesn't, not all the time.
Death Proof is almost like another short story cut from the same denim as Pulp Fiction. It’s a fun rollercoaster ride with some nifty moments, but its muffler drags, and its bodywork needs some attention. As a vehicle for its stars, it purrs like a v12, but as a grindhouse flick, it swerves and stalls, the gears grinding their teeth in frustration. Perhaps I need to see it a second time, certainly I’m hanging to see the intended original cut (fingers crossed for a special edition Grindhouse DVD next year), and for Rodriguez's zombie mayhem!
Here's the infamous collision scene, rock on!
Click here to read mate John Doe's review, a tad more gushing.
The original grindhouse movies were low-budget flicks filled with violence, nudity, sex, drugs, loud music, bad editing and dubbing (especially the foreign flicks), grungy production values, schonky “acting”, and often missing reels of footage (so films would inexplicably jump in narrative) which were churned out at low-rent cinemas in downtown Manhanttan. But, they possessed a raw, funky aesthetic, and appealed generally to either adrenalin junkies, the dirty mac brigade, or hardened genre lovers of horror, sci-fi, organized crime, martial arts, or vehicular action. And sex. There was always sex.
Quentin Tarantino has always proclaimed his love of B-grade movies, and so has Robert Rodriguez. So together they concocted the Grindhouse concept; two very modest-length (around 80-odd minutes) features in the grindhouse vein that would screen one after another like a drive-in double feature, complete with fake trailers to other trashy flicks thrown in between for good measure. Brilliant concept, but it bombed, in all the wrong ways.
American audiences stayed away in droves, not prepared to sit through a three-hour session, and high-brow cinemas refused to book the double bill as it meant only a handful of screenings per day. The bitter irony was that Euro and Australasian audiences would’ve lapped it up, but for Joe Average in the States, the concept was too radical. So, executive producers, the Weinstein brothers, had a mini-panic and decided to derail the complete Grindhouse experience and have released the movies overseas separately. First up we get Tarantino’s Death Proof (which was screened second in the original bill). There are fears we may never get Rodriguez’s Planet Terror on the big screen down under. Let alone any of the glorious fake trailers!
But enough of the background, let’s jump to the foreground, pronto. A white hot juggernaut at 200mph! Death Proof, which had the working title of Thunder Bolt! (and there’s a frame or two of the original title just before the Death Proof title card comes up, in-keeping with grindhouse schonkiness), tells the skeleton tale of Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell), a sociopathic killer, with a wicked sense of humour and a nasty taste for wiping out pretty young things on the road.
The movie is split into two halves with two sets of young women each being terrorised by the grizzly, scar-faced charmer. In the first half we meet gorgeous Jungle Julia (Sydney Poitier, daughter of Sidney), a radio DJ, and her girlfriends, plucky Arlene (Vanessa Ferlito), and ditsy Shanna (Jordan Ladd, daughter of Cheryl). The three girls go drinking at their local haunt, throwing back margueritas and Wild Turkey shots like they’re goin’ outta fashion. Gug-gug-gug-gug-gug (engine growl) ... enter Stuntman Mike. He keeps on eye on the girls, but ends up giving the gullible bombshell Pam (Rose McGowan) a lift.
Meanwhile Julia, Arlene, Shanna hit the road with Lanna (Monica Staggs). Which leads us to the movie’s wholly stunning set-piece where Stuntman Mike, having dealt with Pam, zooms in front of the girls' car, does a 180 and waits, foot resting on the clutch, then as the girls' headlights blaze down on him and with pure psychopathic style he guns it ... and we have a head-on collision. In slow motion. From several different angles. It’s a show-stopper.
The second half, 14 months later, has four new chicks; laidback Abernathy (Rosario Dawson), airhead cheerleader Lee (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), feisty Kim (Tracie Thorns), and Kiwi stuntwoman Zoe Bell, as herself (she was Uma Thurman’s stunt double in Kill Bill). Stuntman Mike assumes the position and it’s playtime again, although now he’s up against some serious empowered females. And there'll be hell to pay. Has Stuntman Mike met his match? Well I guess it ain’t over til the stuntman’s in tears.
Chick posse No # 2: Lee (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), Abby (Rosario Dawson), Zoe (Zoe Bell) and Kim (Tracie Thorns)
The deliberately scratchy print and jump cuts certainly added flavour, and I loved the opening “feature presentation” and “this movie is restricted” sequence. Curiously I noticed the "scratches" and “bad editing” became less and less frequent as the movie went along, so that by the time we’re well into the second half the movie looks like any other slick flick, albeit directed by Tarantino. Amusingly a couple seated next to me and my fiancé (who, curiously, enjoyed the second half much more than me) failed to understand the grindhouse concept so that every time a "bad cut" happened they groaned and tut-tutted. We couldn’t help but snigger.
Kurt Russell, in a role originally intended for Mickey Rourke, is superb. And Rosario Dawson steals her scenes. The shots of Stuntman Mike with his shades on driving his angry Dodge Charger are pure gold. But the much-talked about lap dance Arlene performs for Stuntman Mike (cut from the original version) wasn’t anywhere as sleazy as it should’ve been. In fact, overall the movie wasn’t nearly as dodgy as I wanted it to be (where’s the damn nudity?! Hmph!) There was definitely something restrained about it. Although it harks back to the 70s in so much of its visual style (clothes, music, art direction – loved the Buffy Saint-Marie Soldier Blue poster in Julia’s pad!), it’s actually set in the present, with characters using mobile phones, and modern cars surrounding the featured muscle cars. I’d have preferred the whole movie to have taken place in the mid-70s. Also, the women talk about sex like they're teenagers, which they're so obviously not. Tarantino loves to think he nails it, but he doesn't, not all the time.
Death Proof is almost like another short story cut from the same denim as Pulp Fiction. It’s a fun rollercoaster ride with some nifty moments, but its muffler drags, and its bodywork needs some attention. As a vehicle for its stars, it purrs like a v12, but as a grindhouse flick, it swerves and stalls, the gears grinding their teeth in frustration. Perhaps I need to see it a second time, certainly I’m hanging to see the intended original cut (fingers crossed for a special edition Grindhouse DVD next year), and for Rodriguez's zombie mayhem!
Here's the infamous collision scene, rock on!
Click here to read mate John Doe's review, a tad more gushing.
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Comment by Damo
For the Sake of Argument
My Apologetics
The OZ critics get it.
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Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Mis
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Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
i have to admit I was a bit disappointed too!
Mis
Comment by Bryn
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Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I might see the film first and then pop back to read your review. I've heard such oscillating reactions to it that I'm intrigued.
Tracy
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
Yeppie, that's what I aim to do, it sounds like a big screen sort of film. And I always get popcorn...thanks...
Tracy
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Comment by Katness
On the other hand, I saw it with no expectations and loved it.