Only Tarantino could get away with it…

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!!!