Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. And I love watching people suffer.
by Thom Yee
I love Death Proof.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that. Theatrically released as the second half of the Grindhouse double feature in 2007 and following Robert Rodriquez’s first part with Planet Terror (towards which I’m fairly indifferent), most people I’ve heard from don’t seem to care for Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof, and when compared to the rest of his output, the tale of misandrist women, the men who want to sleep with them, and the stunt men who want to kill them stands out like a sore thumb. In a bad way.
But I love Death Proof. Continue reading