It's hard being a movie fan sometimes. You anticipate the new film from a favourite director or in a much loved series, watching every trailer, reading up on every aspect of the production; eagerly awaiting its' arrival. Opening day comes and you sit yourself down in the theatre, the lights dim... and your heart sinks. You walk back out into the cold light of day with an empty, hollow feeling inside where only two hours before there had been such excitement. "I over-hyped it" you tell yourself, "it could never live up to those expectations". So, some time passes and you go in for a re-watch, hoping to catch something that you didn't first time around. Hoping that there really is some worth in it all. "It isn't THAT bad." you reason. But you know it is. Star Wars and Alien fans felt the same thing in 1999 and 2012 respectively. It may take a week, a month or even years but eventually you have to admit to yourself that it just isn't that good.
Such is the case with Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof. I reached the point where I put it to bed and accepted it was no good a few years back but then Django Unchained came out and I didn't like it. At all. A few months later I reassessed it and now love it (with some caveats) so I thought I'd give Death Proof another chance, clinging to the hope that there is something to be taken from it.
QT had already disappeared way up his own backside with the tedious second instalment of Kill Bill, where the dialogue felt like somebody ripping off the master of chit chat, rather than that it had been penned by him. With Death Proof he hits his career low, with long, dull scenes of women gossiping about men, fashion magazines and, of course, movies. Where it once felt fresh and new, things have turned stale. This isn't a case of over exposure though, his earlier films are still as entertaining as they ever were. No, this is a case of a man out of sync with his audience and given far too much leeway by the yes men he has surrounded himself with.
The acting is bad across the board, only Kurt Russell and Rosario Dawson walk away from this relatively unscathed. I only mention it because Tarantino is known for getting great performances out of his actors, resurrecting and starting careers with almost every film he puts out, but with dialogue this bad, no matter how talented the performer may be, they don't stand a chance. Tracie Thoms is excruciatingly annoying as a sassy stunt driver and Zoe Bell, oh, Zoe Bell. We get that you fell in love with her on the set of Kill Bill, Quentin, but unleashing her on us in this way should be a criminal offence.
Defenders of the film will say that people just didn't get the joke, that it was intentionally bad in order to parody/pay homage to genre exploitation flicks. Believe me, I get the joke, it just isn't funny
A couple of good moments aside, the highlight being a car crash seen from multiple viewpoints, there is almost nothing to recommend this film. Its' only appeal is to see how far from grace somebody can fall and then redeem themselves with their very next movie. QT learnt important lessons with Death Proof and although his next feature, Inglourious Basterds, could never be called trim, compared to this fiasco it zips along like a muscle car.
Oh yeah, the soundtrack is good too. Although mentioning that for a Tarantino movie is almost a moot point at this stage.
Such is the case with Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof. I reached the point where I put it to bed and accepted it was no good a few years back but then Django Unchained came out and I didn't like it. At all. A few months later I reassessed it and now love it (with some caveats) so I thought I'd give Death Proof another chance, clinging to the hope that there is something to be taken from it.
QT had already disappeared way up his own backside with the tedious second instalment of Kill Bill, where the dialogue felt like somebody ripping off the master of chit chat, rather than that it had been penned by him. With Death Proof he hits his career low, with long, dull scenes of women gossiping about men, fashion magazines and, of course, movies. Where it once felt fresh and new, things have turned stale. This isn't a case of over exposure though, his earlier films are still as entertaining as they ever were. No, this is a case of a man out of sync with his audience and given far too much leeway by the yes men he has surrounded himself with.
The acting is bad across the board, only Kurt Russell and Rosario Dawson walk away from this relatively unscathed. I only mention it because Tarantino is known for getting great performances out of his actors, resurrecting and starting careers with almost every film he puts out, but with dialogue this bad, no matter how talented the performer may be, they don't stand a chance. Tracie Thoms is excruciatingly annoying as a sassy stunt driver and Zoe Bell, oh, Zoe Bell. We get that you fell in love with her on the set of Kill Bill, Quentin, but unleashing her on us in this way should be a criminal offence.
Defenders of the film will say that people just didn't get the joke, that it was intentionally bad in order to parody/pay homage to genre exploitation flicks. Believe me, I get the joke, it just isn't funny
A couple of good moments aside, the highlight being a car crash seen from multiple viewpoints, there is almost nothing to recommend this film. Its' only appeal is to see how far from grace somebody can fall and then redeem themselves with their very next movie. QT learnt important lessons with Death Proof and although his next feature, Inglourious Basterds, could never be called trim, compared to this fiasco it zips along like a muscle car.
Oh yeah, the soundtrack is good too. Although mentioning that for a Tarantino movie is almost a moot point at this stage.
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