Beginning with Jackie Brown, Tarantino's slow decline from brilliantly original to vainly self-indulgent reaches a new low with Death Proof. What came across as quirky, off-beat and insightful in RD and PF becomes self-indulgent, vacuous and -quite simply- boring in this sub-par "exploitation" flick. Instead of memorable round-table discussions concerning the hidden meaning behind "Like a Virgin", here we are treated to mindless girly talk about boyfriends and making out. Instead of intense character conflicts concerning universal themes such as loyalty and honor, we get cheap thrills and kills. Unfortunately, DP is "proof" that Tarantino is running out of ideas to exploit. At least when he was doing it in the early nineties, there was some originality to it.
Review of Death Proof
