that doesn't work. my wife always gets loaded and she says I'm never the right length.
hey-ooooo!
hey-ooooo!
Aside from that I have no real opinion on the matter.
Such as?It created a cottage-industry in Hollywood for years - countless films were created in its wake.
Not sure what that means. It it's a defense of shock and gore and smirking irony being the only elements of your "art," then it's not a very good defense.Industry changing focal points must be dull and listless. Right?
Shock and gore is cheap and easy, and that's all he's got.
It's fashionable to hate on Tarantino
he borrows excessively from other films and pieces together the borrowed bits with lots of irony glue. sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's entertaining, but I always have the feeling when I'm watching his films he thinks he's smarter than everyone else, and it's smarmy and condescending. there's always an element of 'let's see if the rubes can figure out what Japanese film that was never released I'm referencing now!'
it's irrelevant to you because you've decided film is a lesser art form.
I can't really argue that.
my mother liked romance novels and Thomas Kincaid paintings because they made her feel good. was she right? yes. did I agree that romance novels and Kincaid paintings were the best that those respective mediums could produce? no. but that's what she wanted from writing and art.
Such as?
Not sure what that means. It it's a defense of shock and gore and smirking irony being the only elements of your "art," then it's not a very good defense.
I really like Kubrick but feel this way about his films. Technically brilliant but emotionally sterile, hospital smell detachment. Don't get that same sense watching Tarantino. If you're not moved by, say the opening scene at the dairy farm from Inglourious Basterds, maybe what we define as "soul" is different.Tarantino's movies have no soul.
Fashionable where?
Juvenile comparison.
I must have missed the part in A Clockwork Orange where the brains splattered all over the back seat of the car. But you inadvertently make my point for me; Clockwork was infinitely more disturbing than any Tarantino movie. Ask yourself why that is. They didn't use anywhere near the level of graphic, close-up violence or language, yet the movie really gives you the fucking creeps. That is because one was made by a filmmaker and the others were made by a shallow hipster jerkoff.Surely you'll not care for his films if you don't care to watch graphic violence. I'm not so sure he even pushed the envelope that much with "shock scenes" as say A Clockwork Orange.
Not moved by it one bit. Good example, because it perfectly demonstrates that Tarantino is incapable making you care about any of his characters. Not to mention the fact that you knew how that scene was going to end as soon as the Nazis got out of the car.If you're not moved by, say the opening scene at the dairy farm from Inglourious Basterds