Death Proof, 2007

Tarantino motor madness movie, an ex stuntman gets his kicks from killing women with his car, then he meets some stuntwomen who can match his motor. The film oozes with Tarantino’s conventions, the script betrays his anally retentive obsessive compulsion from which he is identifiable in almost every conversation and the mise-en-scene is stylised far beyond the point of realism, but who cares when that means unbelievably beautiful women and undeniably cool automobiles? Some of the best chase sequences in cinema history, a carefully selected slick score of blues, soul, rock n roll and some very memorable one-liners make this a classic. However the film is certainly not without faults. There are no characters in the film with whom Tarantino encourages the audience to consistently identify; large chunks of the film are wasted on storylines for characters whose part has no significance to the plot, these include the supermodel Lee and the Texas rangers amongst others. Kurt Russell as stuntman Mike is as cool as ice, however there is no redemption nor satisfaction for his character, I suspect Tarantino intended to punish the sadism of the male viewer who bays for the blood of the fetishised, scantily clad women he so clearly adores.

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