Death Proof, orgasmic and feminist
Death Proof proves them wrong – no offense.
Death Proof puts sexy and feminist in the same movie.
Death Proof makes it orgasmic – end of story.
Take a couple of vintage sport cars.
Take a few exceptionally juicy girls.
Take a bad old maniac.
Don’t shake now
(You’d risk ending with Fast & Furious)
Add a touch of sexploitation spirit.
Don’t forget to add some grit – a lot of it.
Give it all to an erudite director.
Wait for a year or so.
Enjoy.
Note to American and Canadian readers: it looks like you got a “missing reel” title card instead of Arlene’s lap dance. Watch the unrated version now!
Boulevard de la Mort leur prouve le contraire – sans ambages.
Boulevard de la Mort met sexy et féministe dans le même film.
Boulevard de la Mort rend le tout orgasmique, jouissif.
Prenez une paire de voitures de sport vintage.
Prenez quelques jeunes filles pulpeuses et incendiaires.
Prenez un vieux psychopathe pervers.
Ne remuez pas tout de suite.
(Vous risqueriez d’obtenir Fast & Furious)
Mettez-y une touche de sexploitation.
N’oubliez pas d’ajouter du grain et de la terre – deux fois.
Donnez-le tout à un réalisateur érudit.
Attendez environ un an.
Jouissez.
“ Did you know Kim carried a gun?
— Yes. Now, do I approve? No. Do I know? Yes?
— Look, I don’t know what futuristic utopia you live in, but the world I live in, a bitch need a gun.
— You can’t get around the fact that people who carry guns, tend to get shot more than people who don’t.
— And you can’t get around the fact that if I go down to the laundry room in my building at midnight enough times, I might get my ass raped.
— Don’t do your laundry at midnight.
— Fuck that! I wanna do my laundry whenever the fuck I wanna do my laundry.
— There are other things you can carry other than a gun. Pepper spray.
— Uh, motherfucker tryna rape me? I don’t wanna give him skin rash! I wanna shut that nigga down!
— How about a knife at least?
— Yeah, you know what happens to motherfuckers carry knives? They get shot! Look, if I ever become a famous actress, I wont carry a gun. I’ll hire me a do-dirt nigga, and he’ll carry the gun. And when shit goes down, I’ll sit back and laugh, but until that day, it’s Wild West motherfucker! ”
