While watching the film Death Proof again the other night, I began to see certain consistencies in Quentin Tarantino's work: his encyclopedic knowledge of classic '70s crap music (much of it R&B, which wins him street creds); '70s crap martial arts movies; and '70s American crap TV. With these three elements, all crap, Tarantino concocts his brazenly insupportable plots that try strenuously to assure us of his virility, hipness, and cinematic genius.
I saw him a few years ago on the Sundance Channel's Iconoclasts, and he mentioned that, as a filmmaker, he had already scaled Everest. It took me a few moments to figure out that he was referring to Pulp Fiction. I doubt that anyone who has actually climbed Mount Everest would think of comparing the experience to such a crassly clever movie.
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