1 | The Last Race (Jack Nitzsche) | 2:39 |
2 | Baby It's You (Smith) | 3:22 |
3 | Paranoia Prima (Annio Morricone) | 3:19 |
4 | Planning & Scheming (Eli Roth & Michael Bacall) | 1:00 |
5 | Jeepster (T ReX) | 4:09 |
6 | Stuntman Mike (Rose Mcgowan & Kurt Russell) | 0:19 |
7 | Staggolee (Pacific Gas & Electric) | 3:50 |
8 | The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) (Joe TeX) | 2:56 |
9 | Good Love, Bad Love (Eddie Floyd) | 2:11 |
10 | Down In Mexico (The Coasters) | 3:22 |
11 | Hold Tight (Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Titch) | 2:47 |
12 | Sally And Jack (Pino Donaggio) | 1:25 |
13 | It's So Easy (Willy Deville) | 2:10 |
14 | Whatever-However (Tracie Thoms & Zoe Bell) | 0:36 |
15 | Riot In Thunder Alley (Eddie Beram) | 2:04 |
16 | Chick Habit (April March) | 2:07 |
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Review by Rob Vaux from flipsidemovies.com
Final, damning evidence that Hollywood cares about nothing but money: Harvey Weinstein's complete demolition of Grindhouse, first for the foreign markets and now on DVD, where the film's grand "double feature" gimmick has been snapped in half. Quentin Tarantino's segment, Death Proof, comes out Tuesday, with Robert Rodriguez's Planet Terror due later this fall. They are now, apparently, individual movies: totally separate from each other and, horror of horrors, devoid of the marvelous faux previews that were far and away the best thing about the film's original incarnation. How did this happen? Was there something wrong with Grindhouse as it stood? Not according to the critics: the film currently sits at a bright and shiny 82% on Rotten Tomatoes, with 141 professional snarks singing its praises. Non-critics have been even more supportive; the Internet Movie Database lists it at #121 on the list of the best movies of all time -- ahead of such losers as Annie Hall, Platoon, and The Bicycle Thief. Read more >>>
Review by Chris Nelson from dreamlogic.net
At just 80 minutes Death Proof is Quentin’s shortest film to date, and somehow his most interminable. Overly chatty and under-compelling, its tale of a stuntman/serial killer (a vehicular-homicidal maniac) lulls when it should wow and stalls when it should kick into high gear. The film is broken into two halves, the first concerning a band of shallow 20-something females on a bar-hopping night in Austin, Texas, and the second a group of Hollywood types killing time in-between set-calls while on location in Tennessee. Both involve over thirty minutes of gab, followed by approximately 10 minutes of action, once Russell’s Stuntman Mike comes out to play. Read more >>>
Review by Kevin Laforest from celebritywonder.com
In Scott Frank's surprisingly great "The Lookout", we're told at some point that accident victims who suffer frontal-lobe trauma sometimes lose their inhibitions. Far be it from me to suggest that Quentin Tarantino got clunked something fierce during the "Death Proof" shoot, but I've rarely seen a filmmaker, in current Hollywood at least, expose their sexual and sadistic kinks on screen with such shameless glee!
In this throwback to the days of seedy movie-houses and drive-ins that showed exploitation flicks, we basically get a female Reservoir Dogs (Reservoir Bitches, if you will), inasmuch as the near majority of the running time is devoted to showing the interaction and conversations of a group of people, who eventually find themselves in deadly circumstances. To a large degree, this is what QT himself calls a hanging out movie, and I loved every second of it. I've already heard of folks being bored by the long scenes of chicks driving around, having drinks and casually chatting all the while, but let's leave those fools sucking on their Popsicles. Read more >>>