Death Proof plays almost like a hangout movie; we’re given a set (two sets, to be precise) of fantastic characters — as we have come to expect from Tarantino — and are invited to join them on what, at first, seems like a normal day in their lives. Then — as we have also come to expect — things go horribly wrong; we’re introduced to one of Tarantino’s most brilliantly unlikeable characters, Stuntman Mike.
One of the things I find…