Producers and consumers of zombie fiction freely acknowledge the genre's basic ridiculousness, so I'm not sure I see the purpose of an homage to the zombie arts that tries--laboriously--both to salvage and to impugn its inspiration. Will mocking and exaggerating the baroque craziness of movies like Dawn of the Dead, which features a zombie shootout in a shopping mall, miracle their excesses into some kind of linear Euclidean paradise? I did enjoy the movie, in the way that I enjoy all Michael Biehn-Bruce Willis interstitchings, but I was also continuously and uncomfortably aware of two facts:
1. The very notion of paying tribute to shitty, trash art by making it both ironic and not at all ironic, is, to say the least, aesthetically problematic. Besides, Death Proof is better at doing it.
2. Tarantino and Rodriguez are unapologetic dorks.
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