I have always just loathed Tarantino generally, for what some could say were “irrational” reasons:
He looks so weird, he gives off “a bad vibe.” Too many idiots think he’s a “genius.”
But, perhaps because I’m female, and a poet of some sort, I find “the rational” rather overrated.
Leaning on intuition has gotten me quite far in life, thanks; not everything can be “proven” or “studied.”
Sometimes “Because I say so” is in fact the correct answer.
Of course, this method of “thought” requires a long runway in order to take off successfully. An arithmetical puzzle can be satisfactorily solved in seconds; but the accurate answer to a human one, an artistic one, is not always so rapidly calculated.
Now: That Pulp Fiction was widely hailed as “original” by people who should have known better (film critics and literate viewers, not just pliable, youthful rubes who’ve never seen a flick older than Star Wars) was confounding enough. Even if it had been less than a blatant ripoff of numerous other movies, though, I found the film leaden, tedious, self-conscious, trying-too-hard, like a bratty little girl up on stage, alone, telling unfunny “jokes” in a very loud voice, doing a cute-I-guess but frankly inept imitation of a more poised and talented adult, all the while accompanied by shitty music on a substandard offstage radio.
All in all: The utterly unhinged acclaim with which Pulp Fiction was greeted, and which it continues to accrue, was/ is so weirdly loud — Lalala! I can’t HEAR you!! — awfully “the emperor has no clothes.”
Now we’ve located another source of that stink, and the stench emanating from the rest of Tarantino’s ouvre.
Those dead mice in the walls were bad enough, but after 20 years we’ve finally broken further through, and found the rotting corpses of two very large rats.
I hope all you rabid fans of Tarantino are satisfied, and will now apologize for calling me an uptight party pooper who just didn’t “get it.”
I “got it” alright. Just like I did with Bill Cosby and David Letterman and Louis CK and your other dorky phoney “heroes.”
Yes, I missed one.
But you just wait and see about Bill Murray.
