Director: Stanley Kubrick; 152m.
Director: Quentin Tarantino; 114m.
Humbert Humbert eyes the rearview mirror.
Open road.
Has he lost rival Clare Quilty at last? He looks again, and before the smile hits his lips he sees fast approaching in the distance an anachronism. A white 1970 Dodge Challenger filled with three angry women who have lost their bead on Stuntman Mike.
Stuntman crashed an earlier scene of "Lolita" to make roadkill of Charlotte Haze and to slide a finger along her daughter's bare feet. The "Death Proof" girls roar after him into 1950s roadside America with blood in their eyes. Only instead of their hotrod stalker, they find the enchanted hunter, the professor of pedophilia, and their sister of the broken-hearted glasses, who has been much maligned for manipulating the manipulator.
If Quilty is Humbert's alter ego, then the "Death Proof" chicks are Dolores Haze doppelgangers, hunted enchanters, chanting: "Please don't dead-end; please don't dead-end; please don't dead-end."
They cruise into a cinematic time warp, dogged as karma, and shift gears. True they abandoned their friend in the cheerleader outfit, as collateral to the chuckling redneck, but to make amends they've got to muscle the king of jailbait off of the highway.
"I'm the horniest (expletive) on the road!" Kim shrieks, stealing old Humbert's thunder. "Boo-yah, bitch!"
— Becky
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