SO, HALF of the infamous Grindhouse double feature and Tarantino's sixth film.
It's a funky little pastiche that skips along to the scuzzy beat of cheap '70s flicks with all their respective flaws.
Well, the first half is anyway.
And that's the strange part.
It's like jolly old Quentin lost interest in keeping within the Grindhouse style, so without that hook the second part suffers from terminal lag as Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell) gets his kicks from terrorising lots of pretty girls in very bloody ways.
But when Death Proof is good, it's very good. It's just that Tarantino is desperate to squeeze in screeds of "snappy" dialogue, which succeeds only in dragging the pace backwards.
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