Kill Bill

[chenanceou]

Kill Quentin too while you are at it? At least make a bloody mess of him...
I'm sure you can use some leftover blood from the decapitations. I mean – blood literally squirts out everywhere. If you have qualms about actually murdering Mr. Tarantino, don't worry! You can kill him in anime since he so generously provides us with that medium (shows up in the middle of the story and actually sort of makes sense). And believe me when I say there is plenty of ink blood there.
Just, somebody, make him stop.
So are we all set?
Hey! I went in sure I would like the movie. The characters and how the stories intertwined in Pulp Fiction fascinated me. So I was ready to come out raving about the brilliance of one ex-video store clerk turned enfant terrible and as close to genius as you can be when you aren't finding the cure for cancer. Violence in the movies has yet to be a reason for me to dislike a well-made piece of film, so you can't blame it on that.
I didn't hate it, But...
The Bride.
Uma is ravishing!
Uma is gorgeous!
Uma kicks ass!
Uma kicks ass a tad too much.
You care about The Bride at the beginning of the movie (her name is bleeped out and that affectation isn't in any way cool or cute). She went through a lot of pain. Sure, she is no angel (though Ms. Thurman does look like an anorexic Rubens's concoction), but she lost everything and everybody she loved. You get to see it too. Front row and center – pop corn optional.
So when she goes around kicking ass, you cheer her on! When she kills? You say – You GO girl!
Then the One Girl Against 100 Guys Fight comes along and suddenly you discover your love was fickle. Like the guy who finds out the great boobs on his date was a water bra, you feel cheated and disappointed. Though a shag is a shag, you wish you hadn't coughed up the dough for dinner or said yes to that cup of coffee up in her apartment. But you did. So you try to enjoy the rest of the show, but still there's a grumbling on the back of your mind. A little voice laughing at how you were fooled. By a water bra!
You may ask yourself: What happened to all the great action you were supposed to get?
It became one fake as it can get, sorry ass excuse to squirting as much blood as you possibly can while carrying Miramax's Mastercard. Was it supposed to turn into a ridiculous, over the top display of blood spattering? If it was intentional, I'm sorry for it took from the story. My FGB (film going buddy) said it was a movie that didn't take itself too seriously. I respectfully disagreed. I mean how can a movie with so much pain and an obvious ref to Frances's rape scene not be taking itself seriously? There is a story. It's not Shakespeare, but it's a compelling story of loss and revenge. Stuff old Kabuki is made of (I think). You're supposed to root for The Bride and the successful completion of her to-kill list even if the code names are really stupid (she only gets to cross off 2 on this part). Aren't you?
Well I didn't. The killing got boring. The little stylistic thingies? Lose me in translation any day of the week (if you haven't seen SC's Lost In Translation, drop everything you are doing and GO NOW!).
Disclaimer: I have to say my opinion of the movie has nothing to do with Mr. Tarantino's drunken or/and high as a kite appearance on Leno the other night.

Comments

[elizard100.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the review hon. I'm going to see it next weekend. Unfortunately we have opted for going out to dinner afterwards instead of before. Although that's probably a good thing so long as we stay away from food in a tomato sauce.