A "Death Proof" Question, If You Please???!
Question: ...just saw the separate feature-film DVD presentation of "Death Proof" (...don't even make me go there, as far as the DVD separation of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", from the original theatrical presentation of "Grindhouse"), and I have to admit, I've encountered a definite sense of de-ja-vu, with regards to a poem, associated with the character of Butterfly, and something that Jungle Julia broadcast on the radio....
...now, I know that I've heard of that poem, before, but I cannot place where I've heard it....
...can someone help, in this respect???
Answers: ...just saw the separate feature-film DVD presentation of "Death Proof" (...don't even make me go there, as far as the DVD separation of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", from the original theatrical presentation of "Grindhouse"), and I have to admit, I've encountered a definite sense of de-ja-vu, with regards to a poem, associated with the character of Butterfly, and something that Jungle Julia broadcast on the radio....
...now, I know that I've heard of that poem, before, but I cannot place where I've heard it....
...can someone help, in this respect???
...well, I might be able to help you with remembering what that was originally from; the poem was used to awaken deadly 'sleeper' agents in the 1977 thriller, "Telefon", starring Charles Bronson...
...lines from the poem can be heard in the trailer for the film, as listed below...
Telefon i think. QT uses a lot of old movie references in his movies. For instants, in the bar the shirt that Kurt Russell wears in the movie Big Trouble in Little China is hanging up on the wall in the back ground.
'The woods are lovely dark and deep, and I have miles to go before I sleep; Did you hear me butterfly? Miles to go before you sleep.'
(Just watched it about an hour ago...)
Here's the full poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.