Death
Proof divides and conquers. It has long
stretches of dialogue to frustrate the echo heads who
can’t listen to more than a paragraph of words before
their eyes go fuzzy and their mouths open slowly to
become slack-jawed drool emitters. It has
bad-ass action scenes to frustrate the emo-glasses
wearing set who abhor the depiction of any physical
excitement or violence. Then, it brings that
dialogue and action together to deliver a movie that
forces you to pay attention and then slams you right
between the eyes. 
Death Proof features fast cars, hot women, interesting dialogue, and a smoldering sense of something about to happen. In that sense, it’s like an ordinary Friday night for me. But for you it’s extraordinary! And, you’ll love it. If you don’t, you don’t make sense.
I normally like to spoil movies, but I won’t do it here. At first I was pissed off by all the talking (I was almost worn out by it) and Tarantino’s in-your-face special effects used to make the film seem like it actually is an old film instead of a bunch of streaming bits. But while he kept me enraged at this nonsense and wore me out with all the talking, he slipped in a nice slow set up of the action to come and delivered a serious beatdown halfway into the film, and then it got really good.
Let’s just say the movie pits one man against eight women and the odds are even on who comes out the winner. As this contest rages, you'll listen to a lot of nonsense coming from the half-dressed women who star early in the film, but eventually you’ll get the idea that hot women can not only look hot, but can also carry on conversations, have independent interests, do exciting shit, and when the chips are down sometimes out man a man. Nice social commentary wrapped up so tight you won’t have any problem swallowing it.
When the movie is over, you'll be saying, "Hell yeah! Holy shit!" In fact, you'll be saying that outloud the last twenty minutes of the movie, unless you're a Prius driving Starbucks sipper.
Let's review the details.
Plot: Yes.
Hot Chick: Yes.
Samuel Jackson: No.
Kurt Russell: Yes.
Naked Hot Chick: No.
Blowing Things Up: Yes.
Motorcycle: Yes.
Bad-ass car chase: Yes.
Bad-ass cars: Yes.
Karate: Yes.
Sweet new sunglasses: Yes.
That's eight out of ten points. Anything over five is good. Eight is great. See Death Proof.
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P.S. I know there are 11 possible points above. Death Proof is so good it gets a chance for a bonus point.