In an interview Q.T. mentioned that Kill Bill is like what people from the Resevoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction universe see when they go to a movie.
I love that idea.
I’d like to think that somewhere, Mrs. Mina Wallace went clean after that whole Vincent Vega scare and a coupla years later, after pounding the pavement in shitty auditions for a while, scored a role in a little martial arts film called Kill Bill. She cut back on the Red Apples for a coupla months, learned a little sword and knife work, dyed her hair and scored a keeper of a role.
In that land just sideways to this one, Jules was wandering the earth…you know, like “Cain in Kung Fu” stopped his adventures for a night in a movie theatre, bought some popcorn, lamented that in the States you can’t get a glass of beer when you see a click and saw his former boss-man’s wife on the big screen. "No motherfuckin’ shit, she’s gonna kill Caine from Kung-fu in volume 2. Good for her…still ain’t right what went down with Tony Rocky Horror, though."
Thoughts like that keep me warm at night.