August 14, 2004

• Kill Bill 2

  I have to say this has been a summer of discontent for me at the box office and the video store (in general). And for someone who generally abhors violence, I had to be down to the dregs to rent Kill Bill 2, but now I have to say it was – for its genre (which I guess should be called tarantino) – exquisite. For starters, Quentin T seems to have a genius for giving Killer Parts to faded has-been actors, thereby restoring them to popularity. In this case, David Carradine and Darryl Hannah were class acts. I always liked them both in the past and I hope they get the same mileage out of this that Travolta did out of Pulp Fiction. The camerawork was superb – beautiful lighting, scenery, etc. The fight choreography was to die for. And the moments of just plain over-the-top pissed-off assassination determination were splendid. Perhaps my favorite touch was the way B’s mentor in the martial arts would flip his white beard delicately to the left when he was pleased. Another was the idea of the 5-pressure-point stab which causes the heart to explode method of mayhem. Now this would be my weapon of choice far and away. Or how about the busting out of the coffin buried underground scene? Oh my god. So now I’ll say the requisite mea culpas for watching and wait with great interest to see what QT has up his sleeve next.
  Deep Thought: It’s too bad cowboys didn’t eat much pizza back in the Old West, because I think a good painting would be a cowboy giving his last slice to his horse.
  Today I am grateful for: Toenail clippers

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