Film buffs tell me I’m supposed to looooove <\/em>Quentin Tarantino.<\/p>\n I can’t stand him.<\/p>\n Oh,\u00a0 Pulp Fiction <\/em>is all right; it’s entertaining, but terribly overrated.\u00a0 But a little of it goes a looooong way.<\/p>\n Which is better than I can say for the rest of his filmography.\u00a0 Reservoir Dogs <\/em>is like Diner <\/em>for people who were raised by bad dog trainers.\u00a0 The Kill Bills \u00a0<\/em>were like the sandwich above; crap sandwiches, albeit well-crafted with with the occasional “ooh, cool!” piled between the patties of crap and the bun.\u00a0 I never saw Grindhouse<\/em>, but I’ll take a guess and wager “crappiest” was the adjective I’m looking for.<\/p>\n But here’s my big beef (as it were); what would we say if, say, a music producer came to the fore whose entire oeuvre <\/em>was recapturing the magic of Tommy Roe or Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods?\u00a0 We – people who care about actual music – would shake our heads, mutter etro Uber Alles people have gone too far”, and go about our business.<\/p>\n If a chef opened a high end restaurant featuring Tang, Space Food Sticks and Cap’n Crunch, what’d the culinary crowd say?<\/p>\n Well, we know what some of them – the crowd that flocks to Chino Latino to get abused by the surly hipster waitstaff, the ones that get their yuks at just how tacky <\/em>people used <\/em>to be by wallowing in faux <\/em>irony.<\/p>\n And that’d explain Tarantino.\u00a0 He’s a one trick pony; his only trick is endless, pointless homage <\/em>to the kitschiest, ugliest, shabbiest things American moviemaking has ever done.<\/p>\n Wheee.<\/p>\n Tracy Eberly at Anti-Strib once said that my dislike of Tarantino was a musician thing:<\/p>\n Mitch Berg has highlighted the massive chasm that exists between movie people and music people.<\/p>\n![](\"http:\/\/images.fanpop.com\/images\/image_uploads\/Quentin-quentin-tarantino-293941_1152_864.jpg\")
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