Last movie you watched......

None. He was too busy chasing some clown named Vega who was driving a truck all over Southern California.

 

It's a classic. The sequels are a descending spiral. I would advise you not to waste your time but YMMV.

 

Having seen 'Once Upon a Time . . ." I return to this.

Every Tarantino movie is a big, shiny, beautifully machined stainless steel balloon bunny fifteen feet high. An immensity of effort and craft and expense signifying nothing.

It's the perfection of postmodernism: a commentary only on itself. "Art" as a punchline.

 

You think Tarantino is punchlining his art?

 

I'm not sure what that question means.

But postmodern "art" - for example, that giant stainless steel bunny - is a joke in which everything is meant ironically, and which the audience is meant to be in on.

 

"An immensity of effort and craft and expense signifying nothing."

Perhaps I don't understand the bolded part then.

 

Tarantino movies are only ever about Tarantino's love of movies. He's a postmodern magpie, a sampler, a DJ, a pastiche-maker.

Again, a flawless chromium exterior with nothing inside.

'Hateful Eight' isn't a western. It's a movie about movie westerns.

'Inglourious Basterds' isn'a war movie. It's a movie about war movies.

And 'Once Upon a Time . . . in Hollywood' is a movie about movies about the movies.

 

And don't get me wrong, those things can be very enjoyable.

I get a kick out of Jeff Koon's perfectly made bunnies because they're a mocking commentary on art and art buyers - even as art buyers scramble to pay millions of dollars for one.

 

Right, nothing inside but stories. But who needs those?

 

Those "stories" are part of the chrome.

 

His stories are the separate beating heart of the, if you must, chrome.

 

That there's very little heart is sort of my point.

Plenty of plot in Tarantino, plenty of event - but it's a clockwork. It's a timeline on which he's going to hang some scenes.

Some great scenes, for sure. But Tarantino is a beautiful gloss on nothing.