Death Proof (2007)

Regista:

Quentin Tarantino

Sceneggiatore:

Quentin Tarantino (written by)

Data di uscita:

31 maggio 2007 (Hungary)

Genere:

Crime

Slogan:

A White-Hot Juggernaut At 200 Miles Per Hour!

Plot:

Two separate sets of voluptuous women are stalked at different times by a scarred stuntman who uses his "death proof" cars to execute his murderous plans.

Plot Keywords:

Female Victims | CGI Free | Text Messaging | Death In Title | Dead Woman

Premi:

3 nominations

Recensioni degli utenti:

It's a bit of a mess, but like all car crashes, you can't help but stare at it.

Cast

Kurt Russell	...	Stuntman Mike
Zoe Bell	...	Herself (as Zoë Bell)
Rosario Dawson	...	Abernathy
Vanessa Ferlito	...	Arlene
Sydney Tamiia Poitier	...	Jungle Julia (as Sydney Poitier)
Tracie Thoms	...	Kim
Rose McGowan	...	Pam
Jordan Ladd	...	Shanna
Mary Elizabeth Winstead	...	Lee
Quentin Tarantino	...	Warren
Marcy Harriell	...	Marcy
Eli Roth	...	Dov
Omar Doom	...	Nate
Michael Bacall	...	Omar
Monica Staggs	...	Lanna Frank

Alias:

Grindhouse Presents: Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof (USA) (DVD title)
Grindhouse: Death Proof (International: English title)
Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof (USA) (complete title)
Quentin Tarantino's Thunder Bolt (USA) (informal alternative title)
Quentin Tarantino's Thunder Bolt! (USA) (working title)
Thunder Bolt (USA) (working title)
Grindhouse - A prova di morte (Italy) [it]

Durata:

USA:90 min (edited version) | 114 min (international version)

Nazionalità:

USA

Lingua:

Inglese

Colore:

Colore | Bianco e nero

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

Sonoro:

Dolby Digital | DTS | SDDS

Divieti:

Singapore:M18 (cut) | South Korea:18 | Australia:MA (Original rating) | Ireland:18 | Canada:13+ (Quebec) | New Zealand:R16 | Spain:18 | Hong Kong:IIB | Germany:16 | France:-12 | Australia:MA (2007) | UK:18 | Sweden:15 | Italy:VM14 | Japan:R-15 | Norway:15 | Australia:MA | Portugal:M/16 | USA:R (No. 43396) | Brazil:16 | Hungary:18 | Philippines:R-13 (MTRCB) | Finland:K-18

Luoghi delle riprese:

Austin, Texas, USA

Company:

Dimension Films

Curiosità:

A conversation takes place among Abby, Zoe, Kim and Lee in which it's revealed that Abby's last boyfriend, a film director, cheated on her with a stunt double for Daryl Hannah. Monica Staggs, who plays Lanna Frank in the first half of Death Proof (2007), was the stunt double for Hannah in Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) and Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004).

Errori:

Audio/video fuori sincrono: Through out the movie they simulate splices in the film, sometimes in key places like people's names. In movie projectors, the sound head is in a different location than the shutter/lens area and so the sound is a foot or two ahead of the picture frame that it corresponds with, so a splice will show a flicker then a second later hit the sound head and play static. In the movie, the sound and visual affects of the splice are simultaneous.

Citazioni:

[first lines]
Arlene: [shouting to Jungle Julia] Hold on, I gotta come up! I gotta take the world's biggest fuckin' piss!

Movie Connections:

Fa riferimento a Bijoutiers du clair de lune, Les (1958)

Colonna sonora:

Laisse Tomber Les Filles

It's a bit of a mess, but like all car crashes, you can't help but stare at it.

Clunky editing, grainy filming, laughable stories, ultra-violence and exploitation in the guise of feminism and blacksploitation. Not the most appealing of conventions when it comes to the modern cinema audience. Perhaps this explains, to a certain extent, why the old drive-in formula of watching back-to-back trashy hardcore exploitation films was lost on American audiences. Grindhouse took a paltry $4.2 million on its opening weekend and has thus far failed to make back even half the double movie's budget. This despite most critics who went to see it having nothing but praise for Tarantino and chums. But apparently only seeing the numbers, Quentin and co-director Robert Rodriguez decided it would be best to split their respective stories apart, and release them as two movies in the UK, flying in the face of Grindhouse logic.

The first of these films, is Death Proof, Quentin Tarantino's homage to the likes of producer Roger Corman's Deathrace 2000 and director Jack Hill's Switchblade Sisters (1975), with Kurt Russell's Stuntman Mike having an unhealthy obsession with crashing into cars driven by young ladies. An appropriately stupid premise tailor-made for a grindhouse market. Why then does the film seem so incidental when attempting to recreate the vibe of a Corman-style trash fest? The long and short answer is that this isn't really a grindhouse film. It is a Tarantino film with the ghosts of so many bad old movies hovering over it. Yes you get the grainy film footage, and the purposefully poor editing that raise the chuckles they crave. But that quickly fades away, and Tarantino very quickly moves into familiarly talkative territory akin to hit men talking about European hamburgers or bank robbers musing about the veracity of Madonna's hit single "Like A Virgin". Although this is not entirely a bad thing, it is not inherently valid for this type of material. Tarantino can't help but overload his scenes with meaningless meandering, almost as if he has reached the point of aimless directorial swaggery. One scene, for instance, involves one of the girls buying a magazine at a gas station. A simple interaction that goes on forever it would seem, failing to tell us anything about the characters or indeed the plot. At least Pulp Fiction had meaning behind the mundanity of its own inhabitants. I did often wonder if much of this was down to Tarantino having to bulk up his film after splitting it from Planet Terror. It has the veneer of a movie in desperate need of a good editor, much in the same way that Kill Bill vol. 2 needed a good spit shine. And then we have the actual car scenes. Well barring the ultra-violent central car crash that splits the film's two female groups, and the climactic car chase (expertly executed) Death Proof is nothing more than a girls gone hiking film. Again, blame the editing, for an awful lot of this movie creates a hugely diverting story of girls pontificating the kind of popular interests that only Tarantino would make them do, such as a love for the film Vanishing Point or Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Titch. Is it stylish? Absolutely. No Tarantino film could ever bore you aesthetically, or indeed talk you to death with insipid dialogue. Even if it is uneven and ponderous, listening to these characters waffle on about nothing in particular is still executed smoothly and embodies that Tarantino air of coolness. Maybe the inevitable release of Grandhouse as a whole will win over my heart more. It's a bit of a mess, but like all car crashes, you can't help but stare at it.