September 27, 2004

I Have Never Claimed To Be Cool

I have to confess something that is probably going to fill a goodish part of our readership (and probably also Steve-O) with disdain, if not downright horror: Last evening, after an exhausting weekend, I sat down to try and watch Pulp Fiction. This was my third or fourth attempt over the past year or so.

I don't get it.

I just don't get it.

I completely fail to see why this movie holds such a fascination for some people.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to toss this one into the file labelled "Movies People Hype Because They Think It Makes Them Look Coo-el." Other such movies include The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Harold and Maude and The Graduate.

Then again, perhaps it's just me. As regular readers know, I'm the one around here who's most like the waiter at Milliways: I'm so unhip it's a wonder my bum doesn't fall off. However, that doesn't worry me, since I long ago adopted the updated motto of the Complaints Department of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.

UPDATE: Quentin Tarantino sucks. Seriously, his movies are not holding up too well. Resevoir Dogs is a great movie, original and bold. It was the last non-derivative movie he has made. Pulp Fiction is becoming the cinematic version of the avacado colored kitchen appliance, Jackie Brown makes no sense and Kill Bill was pure self indulgent cinema out of the Spike Lee school of crap.

Time will show that Paul Thomas Anderson is the much better moviemaker of that age cohort, long after Tarantino's days as a bad boy of Sundance and Cannes are just memories. Anderson's movies keep getting better because each one is new: it is not derivative or self referencing to his previous work. Look for Tarantino and Kevin Smith to headline what ever the baby busters come up with as the post modern, "hip" and ironic version of Branson Missouri in about twenty years, where they'll have their own theatre right next to a lesbian bookshop/do-jo run by Justine Bateman. Neil Patrick Harris will have the chiropractor/holistic healing/crystals office/temple on the third floor, right down the street from the Baldwin Brothers Review.

Can't you just wait for the Baldwin Brothers to do a special show together with the Osmonds?

FURTHER UPDATE: Just for clarification, that was Steve-O's rant, not mine. He's way far more up on these things than I am. I just said I didn't get it. So if there's going to be any mud-wrestling with Kathy over this one, Steve is going to take on the role of Dewey "Ox" Oxburger, not me.

YIPS from Steve: My bad. I "update"ed rather than "Yips"ed. I'm the philistine around here!

Posted by Robert at September 27, 2004 09:21 AM | TrackBack

I have to agree with you re: Tarantino vs. Anderson. Anderson's movies are better and will stand the time test. I tried to watch Pulp Fiction last night (it was on Bravo) and I just couldn't do it - and I was one who loved it when it came out (I saw it 3 times in the theater). Aside from the technical aspects of the way he put the stories together, I don't understand why I liked that movie.

Or maybe it's a sign that I'm getting old and uncool.

Posted by: jen at September 27, 2004 10:38 AM

I Have Never Claimed To Be Cool

And I have never claimed to be a "30 foot pile of ham sammiches." You want a cookie or something?

Posted by: Bill from INDC at September 27, 2004 10:51 AM!

My God! Whatever is the matter with you? First Emma, now Pulp Fiction and Tarantino?

I worry about you, Robert. I really do.

Posted by: Kathy at September 27, 2004 11:30 AM

Rocky Horror I think I liked just for the music (well... okay... *and* Susan Sarandon in her underwear...)

Posted by: LDH at September 27, 2004 01:29 PM

Ok, aiming guns at Steve-O. Ahem.!

Good thing we got that cleared up.

Although, Robbo, don't start thinking that you're off the hook just yet.

Posted by: Kathy at September 27, 2004 02:46 PM

Actually, Reservoir Dogs was derivative as well. It pretty much ripped its whole plot from a Hong Kong flick. Don't remember the name.

Posted by: Joe R. the Unabrewer at September 28, 2004 01:41 AM

Memento was one of those "I'm cool 'cause I saw it" fliks. I HATED it. Sukked. Sukked. Double sukked! All attitude. No substance.

Oh, yeah - and Stevie, I can't remember your password for TBF. I've tried everything I can think of. Lemme know if you want me to just make you a new ID and new password.

Posted by: Liz at September 28, 2004 08:07 PM
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