Kill Bill, Vol. 1
Quentin Tarantino’s movies have always been about style over substance. I think “Pulp Fiction” is brilliant, but it’s a sugar rush, not a character study.
And if “Pulp Fiction” is like eating a package of Twinkies, “Kill Bill” is like pouring 40 Pixie Stix straight down your throat. It’s gorgeous, the music is fun, the action is non-stop, Uma Thurman kicks serious ass – but it doesn’t leave a lot behind. You stumble out of the theater with a smile on your face, but a little unsure how it got there.
That’s not to say I’m not looking forward to Vol. 2. I am. I love elephant ears at the county fair; that doesn’t mean I want to eat them every day.
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Every year around this time, I get a terrible craving for candy corn. I run into Shopko or wherever, my hands practically shaking with anticipation, and leave with the prize. Then I open the bag and greedily eat a couple handfuls.
Immediately, I feel queasy and can’t even *look* at candy corn, until the next year when it happens again.
Award “Kill Bill” should win at the next Oscars:
Best Use of “Kaboom” Cereal in a Motion Picture
candy corn freaks me out. i doesn’t look like corn. the shape is more akin to an extracted incisor. however, I like the orange candy when it is shaped like a little pumpkin. mmmmmm.
Is it just me, or did the dialogue really suck in Kill Bill? And why – other than “style” – did they keep bleeping The Bride’s name whenever it was spoken?
Arthur, there was dialogue in Kill Bill? I mean, other than the highly stylized, ripped right out of the 70’s Asian kick-ass-bleed-lots-chop-socky films ? (The only line I really remember is “That’ll teach you not to fuck around with Yakuza! Now go home to your mother!”)
Actually, I understand from various reviews that most of the dialogue shows up in the second half, in small part because of the “out of order order” the film was cut into. I loved the ending, though, and I really, REALLY wanna know what ELSE Sofia lost…
1) Right after the movie, my husband and I were overcome with an irresistable urge for Dunkin’ Donuts. I’m not sure if there’s a connection, but it’s NEVER happened before.
2) Candy Corn is evil. In fact, I hate most of the sugar/clay molded candy. It’s those little tiny chocolate bars that win my heart and hide in my desk drawer for the rest of the year.
The first Halloween I remember I ate a ton of candy corn while making my rounds.
Upon returning home I promptly barfed it up as my parents opened the door to our house.
Even the sight of it makes my stomach churn to this day.
Oh yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing Kill Bill.
“That’ll teach you not to fuck around with Yakuza! Now go home to your mother!”
Gee, and here I thought that was from the infamous Simpsons episode where Marge goes into the pretzel business, thereby setting up a showdown between her Mafia cohorts and the Yakuza.
Well, not really. But close enough.