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Tarantino’s Death Proof is a film with two intense acts. It’s a dialogue- packed, blood- splatter horror with a re-watch-ability that guarantees the same thrill every time you watch it.
Death Proof is often considered as Tarantino’s worst film and I cannot see why. It’s full to the brim with great imagery and while it has a whole load of Tarantino’s obsessions present (there’s no shortage of feet here), that doesn’t mean this film is weak. Yeah, it revolves around ‘hot babes’ partying and drug taking but behind that the film is ultimately a feminist piece- or at the very least pro- woman. In placing women in central roles Tarantino does quite a good job at representing these characters pretty fairly- every now and then they fall into an unfortunate stereotype but considering Death Proof often feels like it’s on the edge of being a parody or homage to earlier exploitation horror flicks then I’ll let that pass.
Visually it’s kind of strange, with a grainy film filter covering the screen and a weird moment of black and white right it the middle we could easily be fooled into thinking this film was made in the 70’s (even though it’s not)- but it kind of works. With bright colors and bold sets that jump out the screen in every other scene the filter acts as a buffer for our senses.
As this film comes to a close we’re treated to what I assume was about twenty minutes of an all- out intense car case, and I loved every minute of it. There’s no amazingly clever premise or ‘wow I can’t believe that’ twist behind Death Proof, it’s simply a silly, fun, intense horror flick that Tarantino succeeds in making an exciting watch.