We decided to humour ourselves this weekend and rented the Grindhouse flicks Death Proof (by Quentin Tarantino) and Planet Terror (by Robert Rodriguez).
Although we watched Planet Terror first, this review will start with the Tarantino movie Death Proof.
In a nutshell, it was awful - absolutely atrocious and worthless. The acting was done better in this movie, but without a script that had some semblance of direction, not even the best actors could pull this one off. I understand that Tarantino had a vision for this movie, a homage to Grindhouse movies of old. However, surely he could have done it with a little bit more twists and turns. A homage without structure just doesn't sustain my interest (Superman Returns, anyone?). From my point of view, Tarantino redeems himself only in the last 9 minutes of the film, which means I just lost an hour and 37 minutes of my life.
For pete's sake, I'm already 34. I can't afford to lose any more time.
Planet Terror, however, is another thing altogether. It was silly and camp and just atrociously wonderful. It was so ridiculously cheesy that one automatically puts down one's guard and because of that, it was easy to enjoy this silly ride. Watch this film without any expectations and you will enjoy it. By the time it got to the rocket launcher scene, I was just slackjawed in utter shock.
The best thing about this movie is its sheer camp appeal and its playful tongue-in-cheekness. The bad thing about this flick (both flicks, actually) is Rose McGowan. She executes a finer acting job in Death Proof, which only proves one point - she REALLY can't act. Even her pole dance scene was numbing - it was as enticing as watching a dog taking a poop in Centennial Park.
Planet Terror - 3/5 slices
Death Proof - 1.5/5 slices
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