I thought that with the two “Kill Bill” films, Quentin Tarantino had lost his way as a filmmaker. “Death Proof,” for me, is his comeback film. It’s an enduring, “Jackie Brown” quality piece, with a great feminist subtext (though if you watch only the first half of the film, you might not believe this assertion).
The film is also exquisitely structured. Watch, for example, the role that the female foot plays throughout the film, both as erotic attractant and as kung fu lethal weapon. The film begins and ends with the female foot.
The second half of “Death Proof” is Thelma and Louise for hypomanics. I found the film, for all its absurdity and horror, actually life affirming, and I’ve watched it now half a dozen times. It’s that good.