You're Goddamned Right!
i am, naturally, not speaking about anything in particular with that title. i just thought you could use a little encouragement.
so whatever you're thinking, you're goddamned right!
think you should quit your job? mug schoolchildren? go to mime school? break into the zoo and shave the gorilla?
you're goddamned right!
stop all that pointless thinking and buy some shaving cream! there are apes to be shaved and time's a-wasting!
i must question your decision, however, to continue reading this blogpost. you just clicked the "read more" link as if this was going to go anywhere.
i'm not sure you're goddamned right anymore. jeez. fucking spoiler! here we all were, excited about shaving apes and you had to screw it up.
i'm pretty disappointed.
mostly, i'm pretty disappointed with Kill Bill Vol. 2.
see, it's like this. i think tarantino is an overhyped egotistical child. yet... one evening not so long ago, i rented Kill Bill Vol. 1 as i wanted to watch things get all blown to hell and not have to think much. and what do you know! i liked it! i found it oddly beautiful and submoronic and therefore, perfectly satisfying. uma thurman chopped up most of japan and it was interesting to watch! nobody did anything really stupid like save the world with love or adopt a kitten named sprinkles. they just hacked each other to pieces in referential sequences involving a lot of shouting.
last night (and i'm going to spoil this movie so if you haven't seen it and want to, you should just stop reading now), with madhavi off diving, i figured i'd check out Vol. 2. yep! a night at the movies!
it started out pretty interesting, with all the semi-western/semi-noir stuff. and then the ninja-bitch fight, which everyone loves and the kung-fu idiocy was good stuff, too.
then, she confronts bill. and QT took a big old turd on my head. a turd! on my head! not appreciated!
bill presents uma with HER BABY, who is a cute little moppet who stomps on goldfish and uma goes all maternal and weepy and -- and this is the turd-y part -- stops choping people into small pieces in order to cuddle.
then, as if that was not bad enough, bill sedates uma so she has no choice but to listen to him verbally jerk off about superman. now, i'm not sure if you missed it, but uma is the one who is sedated and cannot leave, not me. i'm sitting there, jaw agape, wondering why i trusted QT. a baby? monologues about comic books? and then, ack! a happy-fucking-ending after mommy KILLS daddy and baby drives off with mommy -- a woman she does not know -- happy to watch cartoons while dad's corpse rots on the lawn.
yeah. good thinking QT.
so. thinking about taking a pass on his next film?
you're goddamned right!
i can't believe you ruined KB2 for me.
yeah, yeah, you warned about spoilers and stuff, but still.
i do like the part about QT turding on your head. funny stuff.
yes. that fucking comic book monologue just killed me too. i mean worse off, we're basically forced to watch qt played by carradine speaking with a lisp rant about fucking comic books. and the worst part is, that we're drugged like uma and can't leave, because we know that after then end of this loooong self-indulgent hoo-hah, she's going to finish off the title of the movie. and so we're stuck listening to crap too.
Movies suck.
I was glad to hear Stealer's Wheels in Resevoir Dogs, though.
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