It's time once again for Tony's Movie Reviews. Today, we look at Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof, which was released in theaters as part of Grindhouse. The idea is that a psychotic stunt driver uses his "deathproof" stunt car to slaughter young women.
Some scantily clad chicks sit around and talk for an hour about absolutely nothing. Seriously. Nothing. Imagine some hens clucking, frogs croaking, or crickets rubbing their legs together for about an hour. Now somehow, imagine something about half as interesting. This sums up the dialogue in this film. It does not further the non-existent plot or reveal exposition, nor does it reveal character. It's just God-awful quacking.
End of Part I:
Thirty seconds of really gushy murder by car, and the one decent line in the entire movie: "Hey, Pam, remember when I said this car was death proof? Well, that wasn't a lie. This car is 100% death proof. Only to get the benefit of it, honey, you REALLY need to be sitting in my seat."
Some other chicks repeat the mind-numbing formula described in Part I, except this time, it's revealed that for some reason, one of them has a gun. (If you don't know what "foreshadowing" means, look it up.)
End of Part II:
About five minutes of predictable and unbelievable car chases, shooting, stomping, and Grrrl Power.
To sum up:
This movie has one good thing going for it: an awesome soundtrack. Otherwise, avoid this one at all cost. It would be kinder to rub your eyes with Clorox rather than submit them to this.