Warning: this article contains spoilers.
Last week I saw the new Tarantino movie: Deathproof. His homage to ’60s and ’70s B-movies. It took some time, but now I have a clear idea about the movie. I like it, I like it a lot. It just had to ripe and settle a bit in my head.
At first the movie looked a bit schizoid, colours, clothing and dialogues straight from the seventies, but with modern gadgets, like mobile phones, Japanese cars and mp3-players. But in a strange way it all makes sense. The story is about Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell), a psycho who stalks women and gets innate pleasure in hurting and killing them. The movie crudely consists of two parts, the former part showcases the build-up of the first bunch of girls on the road, who are targeted by Mike and killed in a deadly car crash. The latter part brings Mike face to face with his fears, when he unknowingly encounters another bunch of girls (who are themselves stuntwomen). What happens in the end is a beautifully filmed long carchase, the balance eventually turning against Mike.
There’s one absolute memorable scene: the lapdance by Vanessa Ferlito. It’s so incredibly hot, the movie is worth watching for that scene only.
I’m really looking forward to part 2 from this Grindhouse-deal: Planet Terror (by Robert Rodriguez).