{"id":702,"date":"2007-04-10T06:47:58","date_gmt":"2007-04-10T12:47:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php\/index.php\/2007\/04\/10\/music-people-vs-movie-people\/"},"modified":"2007-04-10T09:56:16","modified_gmt":"2007-04-10T15:56:16","slug":"music-people-vs-movie-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=702","title":{"rendered":"Music People vs. “Movie” People"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, I took a swipe at the Butthead of American cinema, Quentin Tarantino.
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My tastes in movies don’t run to Tarantino – I figure if I want to watch contrived homages to seventies grade-D movies, I’ll watch Mystery Science Theatre, <\/em>see the real thing in its most appropriate context, and save eight bucks.
\nTracy at Anti-Strib<\/a> took his best shot at a Pauline Kael impression by way of voicing his umbrage:<\/p>\n

[I go] on to underscore [my] thundering ignorance by disparaging Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill (no mention of 1 or 2. He probably only saw 1 and thought the ending sucked!) and, worst of all, Reservoir Dogs!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Now, let’s be perfectly straight here; I didn’t disparage any of these movies; merely said that they, Pulp <\/em>and Dogs <\/em>and the entire flock of Bills<\/em>, and Tarantino’s entire oeuvre<\/em>, bore me stiff.<\/p>\n

I have long suspected that most people who are really into music have absolutley [sic] no taste, Berg proves it today. These guys that get wood over hearing some grungy, stoned garage band are obviously too damned dense, or just plain stoned, to get the complex elegance of a truely [sic] great movie.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I must assume the “wood” he’s referring to is the cello I’ve been playing for 34 years, presumably playing along with stoned garage bands (though I can’t remember, having apparently been sniffing glue the whole time).<\/p>\n

I digress:<\/p>\n

Events like this add to my understanding of how the other small, lonely, boring people live. They obviously are too emotionally and intellectually stunted to appreciate a thing like a fine movie, an aged cigar or an excellent wine. I’d feel a tiny bit sad for them if they weren’t so smug about seeing “the Mat’s” [sic] back for [sic] they never [sic] made it big.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Indeed, I have not recently wasted a weekend curled in a fetal position in front of a DVD player, guzzling cheap blends from the MGM discount rack and smoking all the oxygen out of my brain as I watch my umpteenth Tarentino Marathon. Guilty as charged.<\/p>\n

If you do have to interact with a musicophile, be sure to use small words and keep your sentences simple.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Especially if you’re talking to us in Italian.<\/p>\n

Grunting is probably the prefered [sic] mode of communication. They most liley [sic] can’t hear you anyway, as they have destroyed their hearing by climbing numberous [sic] Marshall stacks for assinine [sic] stage diving.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

So let me get this straight? Tracy is pulling the culcha card – drawing his line in the sand to defend civilization and culture against the drooling barbarians – on behalf of Grindhouse?<\/em><\/p>\n

Not choosing Hitchcock or Hawks or Ford or Godard as the bastion of culture against the rabble, but Quentin Tarentino<\/em>, who is the film equivalent of The Doors – flashy, culty and utterly intellectually and emotionally barren and contrived?<\/p>\n

Tracy must have gotten into some bad cigars. We’ll forgive him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Yesterday, I took a swipe at the Butthead of American cinema, Quentin Tarantino. My tastes in movies don’t run to Tarantino – I figure if I want to watch contrived homages to seventies grade-D movies, I’ll watch Mystery Science Theatre, see the real thing in its most appropriate context, and save eight bucks. Tracy at […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-n-e"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=702"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}