Quote:Originally posted by kakoi_sugoi_yama
What, exactly did you not like about Kill Bill napalm68? I think I need to know more than just "the fillm sucks giant donkey dick".
Too many things ticked me off.
- Primary one was Tarantino abused "his" mixed chronology technique for no reason other than trying to fit in his trademark, and he did it by the most lame method available - having ugly foot thurman on the plan crossing names off the list. I usually leave logic at the door watching movies, but this film was such an insult it pissed me off. If you look at the film in event order, she got shot, woke from the coma, killed two people in the hospital, crawled to the garage, and 12 hours later drove from the hospital in a one of a kind macho pickup with custom paint called the "Pussy Wagon". Then she went to okinawa for a month, then to japan and killed a lot of people, then back to LA to kill the Veronica character, still driving this custom vehicle. Right, so she kills two people in a hospital and steals the vehicle of one of her victims, stores the car away for a month, then comes back and continues to drive the vehicle of someone she murdered? So the police would be looking for: a) Her, having disappeared from the hospital; b) The Pussy Wagon as it was stolen from one of the victims; c) the murderer of the two hospital people - and she comes back and continues to drive it? It would have made more sense in the order it actually played - got out of hospital, killed the woman in LA, dumped the car, then went to okinawa, then japan. But, NOOOO, that was the order it was shown, and he wanted to have the big fight at the climax, so he contrived to make the veronica murder happen second just so he could "pretend" he was showing stuff out of order. Cockhead.
- Like Tarantino learned everything he knew about japanese "culture" by watching film like the karate kid. That whole okinawa sword deal was just embarassing
- Oh Ren Ishy-E as a japanese name? See my point above. Pronunciation was shit. Name was shit.
- Tarantinos foot fetish. I could just ignore his fetish in Pulp Fiction, and Dusk Till Dawn (well, Salma Hayek in her dance is a different ball park), but my god, my stomach still roils at the thought of uma thurmans disgustingly deformed feet blown up to 60 ft across. I;d be probably less traumatized seeing George Bush's asshole blown up to that size. OK quentin, you have a foot fetish, but I don't. And I especially have no interest in the ugly deformed feet of some has been actress you have a fucking hard on for.
Lot of other stuff, but late here and I'm going to sleep soon.
Friends said it was so great, saying not to take it too seriously, and it was a homage to chop socky films. I then asked them how many of those films they had in their collections. They said none. Neither do I. I don't particularly care for homages to films I care nothing for. By their logic, if someone made a homage to 1980 Christian cinema it could be great even though they care nothing for the genre.
I've never been wanting to walk out of a film so much in my life. If I wasn't with my wife, who didn't actually mind the film I would have walked.
