“Death Proof” is Tarantino’s Purest Grindhouse Work, For Better or Worse
By Andrea Thompson
I first saw Quentin Tarantino‘s Death Proof in the theater as part of its release as a double feature with the Robert Rodriguez film Planet Terror. I fully expected to adore the latter, with its image of Rose McGowan as a badass stripper who fought zombies with a machine-gun leg. Imagine my surprise then, when it was Death Proof, not Planet Terror, that left me elated.
