Daily Archives: January 11, 2013

Very strange indeed.

You’ve probably seen the central portion of this interview as its “gone viral.” In full it starts — and ends — rather amiably. But at the halfway point when asked about violence in the cinema and its possible effect on real life, Quentin turns on the interviewer furiously

“I’m shutting you down.”

“This is a commercial for my movie.”

“It’s none of your damned business”

and most explicitly –

“Because I refuse your question. I’m not your slave and you are not my master. You can’t make me dance to your tune. I’m not a monkey”.

As the interviewer is non-white one can quite reasonably infer than on Quentin’s view he doesn’t know his place.


What crawled up Quentin’s ass and died?

Norman Mailer


dealt with a more benign form of this syndrome back in 1957

It’s also reflected in James Toback’s collaborations with Mike Tyson


But neither Mailer nor Toback is anywhere near as presumptuous as Tarantino.

He has for years promulgated an image of “outrageousness”

And those who’ve followed his career certainly know rhat the title of the film that put him on the map, Reservoir Dog came from a request of a video store patron who Quentin realized was actually looking for —

Reservoir Dogs was a gangster thriller that suggested seriousness at some level to some. But as his subsquent films have shown there’s nothign serious about Quentin

Hex expanded a two-bit Italian exploitation film The Inglorious Bastards (1978


Note the exquisite subtelty of the mise en scene

Likewise Django (1966) was blown up into –

The question that remains: What set Quentin off?Did he have a cold? Was it Sandy Hook perchance?

Oh lighten up, dear! No one will accuse you of being a racist.

Except me

Sing us out Smokey