and yes, what i've been wishing for most for the past year has come true - we got a copy of the film here in town (never a given for any film; much less in english. but we got both an english copy and a french dub). i was ecstatic when i heard the great news last night. i'm psyched.
but then, i stumbled.
The Flick Filosopher:
You know that rude, crude, jerking-off gesture, the one usually accompanied by a rolling of the eyes and an "Oh, pul-leeze!" They invented that for Quentin Tarantino. We might have been able to guess -- from the way he has seemed, over the last decade, to be everywhere doing nothing, like his mere presence, his mere sneezing on a project, was cause for celebration -- how madly in love with himself he is, how much a believer in his own legend he is, but you'd still never be able to imagine how embarrassingly masturbatory Kill Bill is.
i needed some confirmation, even an ounce would do, that there was something to love about the film; i didn't want to be let down so hard the night i'll be seeing the film. and i just "get" Tarantino, so if some people got something out of it i knew i'd be okay and would enjoy the film.
Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times:
Kill Bill: Volume 1 shows Quentin Tarantino so effortlessly and brilliantly in command of his technique that he reminds me of a virtuoso violinist racing through "Flight of the Bumble Bee" -- or maybe an accordion prodigy setting a speed record for "Lady of Spain."
Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly:
The film may be bloody, but it's also bloody gorgeous: a grandly fetishized epic of cinematic aggression. It's a tale of vengeance that hinges on Tarantino's love of ferocity as spectacle -- his immersion in action and exploitation, his addiction to the jazzy catharsis of junk-film kicks.
Peter Travers, Rolling Stone:
In Kill Bill, Tarantino brings delicious sin back to movies -- the thrill you get from something down, dirty and dangerous.
Rene Rodriguez, Miami Herald:
Self-indulgent, overwrought, shallow and ridiculous. It is also brilliant, a blast of cinematic lunacy and as much of a guilty pleasure as the schlocky movies Tarantino adores.
btw, apparently you have to stay until the closing credits finish rolling. thought i'd mention this 'cause i sure as hell didn't know.
the following items were brought to my attention thanks to the montreal city weblog.
my question has been answered - Robert Lepage plays the central role in his film adaptation of his play, La face cachée de la lune.
i've never seen the play but as everyone who's ever heard of it knows it's a one-man show, first played by Lepage himself for some years. awesome.
Naomi Klein is gonna be speaking at McGill University on October 25th.
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