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I faced a Friday evening in with a lapful of moody DVDs and a fridgeful of Tollana Semillon Chardonnay (3.79 per bottle/RRP 7.99. I just saved £4.20, suckers!). First in the humming drawer was 'Spellbound'. The movie about the American kids spelling. That movie was great. I might start a thread about it. If you want to read about it here, move along.
Next up, KILL BILL!
I tried to get myself in the zone for this one. Really. I was making the right faces and pulling all the right moves. You know? Like NLP, or something. Don't get me rong. m nt schmk. I dug the refs and the nuances (should one abbrev. 'nuances'? I can never remember...) I liked the opening fight sequence with Copperhead. I liked the Kodacolor preamble. I checked the tension in the narrative when he tried to accomodate the anime dialogue. In fact, rewind, I really liked the opening fight sequence with Copperhead. This was benchmark Tarantino-as-fanboy. He loves the Hong Kong kick-ass. He admires it. Salivates. He wants it in his movie. He gets it frame perfect. I applaud. Then, smug, happy with himself, he feels we can cut him some slack, he thinks he can shoot whatever the fuck he feels like and we'll thank him for it.
Well.
He's wrong.
I lost interest when The Bride went to ponce a sword off the Sushi Guy (Herbie Hancock).
I hit Eject and replaced the 'Kill Bill' DVD with my 'Armour of God' video.
Disclaimer: In the event that there is a pre-existing thread of identical or similar vein... Tough. I just registered. Indulge me like you indulged Quentin. |
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