Can’t predict the comments this week, sorry… Most likely some bumpkinry about “I don’t own a TV!” and “Hollywood JOOOOOZ!”
We went back and forth like that for the rest of the film:
“That’s the suitcase from Kiss Me Deadly
.”
“That’s the ‘square gag’ from The Flintstones.”
Pulp Fiction’s “innovative” “playing with time”? Er, La Jetée
, anyone?
All those narratives coming together at the end? Uh, how’s about every horror omnibus ever, but Dead of Night in particular?
Years later, having married a World War II buff, I was matrimonially obligated to sit through Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds. Again, Tarantino’s ingenuity was applauded: Imagine! An alternative history in which Hitler is assassinated!
Yes, who would have conceived of such a thing—except, of course, the 35-odd folks who tried to kill the guy in real life, and the untold millions who’ve fantasized about it from around 1935 up until, hey, look: this week even?
So the cops can form a line behind me.
