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ksmithThese were my first Tarantino films. Are they representative? The violence struck me as realistic yet comic book at the same time. Yes, I read about the movie background and some of the inspiration. But does Tarantino take the same approach in his more realistic work?
(Vol 2) The fact that Beatrix went straight for Budd's front door bothered me. Would a skilled fighter do that? She must have seen him pause before going into his trailer, and she would have known his style. Did she really think she possessed the element of surprise? It undercut all the info indicating she was the best of Bill's killers.
Sword on a plane. Sword worn in the open when walking through a hotel lobby. Really? I laughed.
BB was being groomed for the life, wasn't she? I'm glad Beatrix got to her, though I wonder if she got there in time.
Elle's death. So gruesome, and so well-deserved.
The scene in the coffin got under my skin. Fear of immobility or a touch of claustrophobia on my part, maybe.
Poor David Carradine. Every time I saw him, all I could think of were the rumblings of how he died. Rule the 1st--when engaging in autoerotic asphyxiation, always have a spotter, or no one will look at your movies the same way ever again.
I liked O-Ren, even though she was a baddun.
(Vol 2) The fact that Beatrix went straight for Budd's front door bothered me. Would a skilled fighter do that? She must have seen him pause before going into his trailer, and she would have known his style. Did she really think she possessed the element of surprise? It undercut all the info indicating she was the best of Bill's killers.
Sword on a plane. Sword worn in the open when walking through a hotel lobby. Really? I laughed.
BB was being groomed for the life, wasn't she? I'm glad Beatrix got to her, though I wonder if she got there in time.
Elle's death. So gruesome, and so well-deserved.
The scene in the coffin got under my skin. Fear of immobility or a touch of claustrophobia on my part, maybe.
Poor David Carradine. Every time I saw him, all I could think of were the rumblings of how he died. Rule the 1st--when engaging in autoerotic asphyxiation, always have a spotter, or no one will look at your movies the same way ever again.
I liked O-Ren, even though she was a baddun.
