There Are No Walls in the House of Jearl - Mystery DVD #140
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Mystery DVD #140
Death Proof: Disc 1 (Grindhouse)
Holy crap, that was awesome!
I was not looking forward to this, as I only knew that it involved Kurt Russell as a stuntman who kills ladies with a special car. I enjoy explosions but not so much the violent dismemberments. But then the movie started, and I usually call them films, but it's a movie, tricked out in every way like a cheap B-movie from the 70s, so much so that I was very startled when someone pulled out a cell phone. Anyway, the foul, sweaty, filthy-mouthed and extremely entertaining movie started, and yeah, he kills some ladies with the car, and it was sad and gross, but it was just getting started.
Kurt Russell plays a beat-up old stuntman named Stuntman Mike, and his hobby is killing attractive ladies with his penis I mean his Dodge Charger, which he has reinforced to render Death Proof. His penis he has simply chromed and put on the hood of the car. It's shaped like a duck but you know. He is actually very disarming as he stalks his prey, acknowledging that he is a very creepy man and then charming his way back into a lady's lap dance I mean comfort zone. And then killing her with a car.
But then he goes after a group of ladies that contains two stuntwomen, and they are not having any Death By Kurt Russell shit, thank you very much. There is, you might imagine, a lot of stunt driving. OMGWTF the stunt driving. The two stuntwomen (Tracy Thoms as Kim and Zoe Bell as herself) and their hairstylist Abernathy (Rosario Dawson), who is present to curse when the other two are taking breaths between curses, are terrorized by the Death Proof car, but they happen to be driving an equally badass car, so they terrorize him back. By the end Stuntman Mike is reduced to high-pitched sobs and I think we're supposed to feel sorry for him. Then they punch him a lot. The end. Awesome.
Also there is an awesome sheriff to take us into Act Two.
It's Tarantino. There's cursing, there's feet. There are weirdly attractive storefronts. There is some sexualization of violence/role-reversal stuff but it's pretty transparent and I think he just put it in to give a grad student friend something to write a paper about. There are two formal appreciations of Vanessa Ferlito's back end, and you know what? Thank you, Vanessa Ferlito. Thank you, Quentin Tarantino. Thank you.
Netflix Arranger Pattern Matching: Rosario Dawson, at least. I'm losing track.
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