Two separate pairs of voluptuous women are stalked at different times by a scarred stuntman who uses his "death proof" cars to execute his murderous plans.
I've been salivating to see this film again. I loved GRINDHOUSE so much I saw it twice in theaters and DEATH PROOF was my favorite. As usual, Quentin can take the "everybody loves Kurt Russell" who we're all familiar with, turn him into a psychopatic manic behind the wheel of the car, turn him into a complete wuss, and still have him loveable as a villain. I loved the opening and closing songs for the film, however this was one of the few were all of the music didn't blow me away. The added footage filled in some of the gaps from the theaterical cut but didn't add anything of major significance. Finally, Quentin Tarantino's back and all's right in the world.
