PLANET TERROR (B+)

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DEATH PROOF (B)

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COMPLETE MOVIEGOING EXPERIENCE (A-)
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GRINDHOUSE (B+)

I have never loved a Robert Rodriguez movie, so I went into Planet Terror with low expectations. I have passionately loved every Quentin Tarantino movie, so I went into Death Proof with high expectations. I wound up being surprised at how much I dug the Rodriguez and how disappointed I was with the Tarantino.
Planet Terror is horror with a big sense of humor, which I always prefer to solemn shit like Saw. It's an absolutely ridiculous movie. It doesn't make much sense, it makes wildly unsuccessful stabs at being quasi-political, and it contains a jar of testicles. It is disgusting, it is funny, and it is pretty awesome. It's a bunch of fun characters fighting a bunch of zombies. Scene after scene feels totally fresh, unpredictable, and cool cool cool. I laughed a lot, I gasped a lot, I squirmed a lot.
I squirmed in Death Proof too, but for different reasons. I squirmed because it's painful to watch someone you truly love not...quite...hit his mark. Had anyone else written and directed it, I might have been able to enjoy it more, but big chunks felt mighty lazy for a master like Tarantino. There were long stretches of dialogue that felt like bad first draft stuff. It's a smart move for these guys to pay homage to movies that were generally not very good -- any criticism makes you seem like you don't get it or you're not in on the joke. But I believe Tarantino intended these long, wordy passages as quality dialogue and it isn't.
The first third of Death Proof is entertaining enough, especially once Kurt Russell enters the picture, and builds to a truly spectacular mini-climax. Then there's a third of real crap -- the middle portion where a new batch of girls are trying to borrow a car. The dialogue here is painful, forced, and awkwardly performed by everyone but the excellent Tracie Thoms. The movie comes to a close with a dynamite (and refreshingly non-CGI) car chase and some big laughs at Russell's expense. It's all pretty fun, Russell is just absolutely perfect, but Death Proof left me without that walking-on-sunshine feeling I usually have at the end of a Tarantino movie.
As for the much-discussed fake trailers, Rodriguez's Machete and Eli Roth's Thanksgiving fared the best, and as a moviegoing experience, thank God there are people like Tarantino and Rodriguez willing to try new things like this to keep going to the theater fresh and exciting.
Uneven though it may be, Grindhouse is a total blast.
Kid (singing) "I want to eat your brains...and gain all your knowledge."
Pat I agree completely with your review. I was thrilled by Planet Terror
and underwhelmed by Death Proof. Besides zapping the momentum of the first
half, Tarantino apparently decided that instead of riffing on exploitation
flicks, he would spend most of his movie riffing on himself. The car chase
sequences are obviously some of the best ever filmed - but Tarantino's
gabfest dialogue, which is usually a delight when used in moderation, felt
excessive and at times (GASP) boring. The shout-outs to the Pulp Fiction
universe ("Big Kahuna burger," "foot massage") were stale and felt like
second-rate Kevin Smith. And Tarantino's on-screen appearances were
nothing but distracting. The guy is still a master, but you're right - he
didn't quite hit is mark in a genre exercise that should have been a
bulls-eye.
Gah! Christ! This is a strange position to be in, because I've never
agreed with someone's overall assessment (Cinemagoing experience: A-) and
yet have our opinions be completely the fuck opposite.
Jackson,
Man, this is a hard movie to argue about. If your argument is that you
didn't give a shit about the characters, or at least, you didn't give a
shit about them any more that you would for a Final Destination movie,
there's not a lot I can say to that. I can see why the movie didn't work
for you.
Spoliers, probably.
I thought that the characters in DEATH PROOF were not only uninteresting
(as in, if I knew them in life I wouldn't care about them), but
reprehensibly so. A bunch of boring, overly stereotypical bitchy ignoramus
Valley Girls. How...interesting.