Grindhouse: Death Proof redux

Oh, yeah. Way too long. It's 35 minutes before the first car scene, which is, like, five minutes, and then there's 50 more minutes to go. 15 minutes later...get in the car, bitches!

Sheesh. Finally!

The last 20 minutes are quite good. Quite good indeed.

I don't really know much about Tarantino. I've only seen this, the little bit he did in Sin City, and Kill Bill, none of which really clicked with me. (Well, maybe the Sin City bit; Clive Owen was great!)

I'm not sure why he thinks we want a grindhouse movie that's over an hour of talking. They had movies like that, but it was because they didn't have any money to actually film the action they wanted. Not because they actually wanted to pad the film with blather.

Not. Grindhouse.

The Boy started out thinking it was boring but not stupid, but in the last 20 minutes switched to thinking it was all out stupid.

This is (part of) why I didn't take him when it came out.

Update #1:Hey, is it just me, or does Mr. Tarantino actually create really shallow fantasy girl characters?

Update #2: Zoe Bell was great. But Kurt Russell makes the whole thing bearable. (And he's not in most of the movie, unfortunately.)

Update #3: I don't get why Stuntman Mike doesn't attack the girls in the car at the end. The gun would be disturbing, sure, but once they're back in cars, he should have the advantage.

Update #4: I do not believe that, at any time in the history of the universe, four hot 20-something chicks ever spent 10 minutes at breakfast talking about Vanishing Point. Period.

Update #5: I do love the QT fans on IMDB who maintain with absolute earnestness that if you find fault with this film, it is because you are a cretin devoid of intelligence. (Guilty!)