Blog Storm

I answered the door this evening. Two fat, bratty little snots yelling “Trick or treat!”

“Neither.” *slam*

Well, what do you want from me? A patient, reasoned explanation of the fact that we don’t live in America? A frank exposition of the bullshit marketing ploy the whole notion of “Halloween” is in the first place? I’ve been up since 4am working all day for chrissakes. I have the right to be Scrooge for 3 seconds every now and then. Trick or treat… what’s the world coming to? Bloody kids.

It’s official. This is the only review you need to read. Kill Bill is fucking cool. Damn fucking cool. Damn fucking hella cool. Damn fucking freaking hella uber cool. Damn fu- well, you get the idea. Although, I can understand how people can hate it. I’m not among their ranks because, like Tarantino (as I’ve only recently discovered, much to my pleasant surprise), much of my youth was spent joyfully watching tacky, campy, low-budget, ultra-violent, poorly-acted 70’s and 80’s Asian martial-arts revenge flicks and blood-splattered, barely comprehensible anime/manga movies until 3 o’clock in the morning. All the choreographical and musical homages had me grinning like a fool with nostalgia. Could’ve been more violent, though. Seeing the unrated version is now one of my missions in life (apparently the Chinese release doesn’t have any of that chickenshit black-and-white cinematography). Bring on the sequel!! WOOOOOOOO!!!