Kill Bill, to me, was the greatest single piece of film I’ve ever been privy to. I only heard about Kill Bill some time around August((I finally got a computer in August)), and my first thought was, No motherfucking way, I get to see a Tarantino flim in a THEATER.
I’ve been a fan of Quentin’s work since I sat down and actually watched Pulp Fiction, abso-fucking-loutely fell in love with his work. Had a blast during the “Man From Hollywood” part of Four Rooms. Enjoyed Jackie Brown alot, even if, too me, it didn’t really feel that much like a Tarantino film, with the exception of a few scenes((De Niro in the parking lot)) and the dialog.
Rented a copy of Reservoir Dogs back in August, and felt
that it would always be my favorite Tarantino movie, shit, maybe even my favorite movie of all time.
And then; Kill Bill. I read through the full draft of the script, and knew, without a doubt, that this was going to be an amazing movie. Made plans to see it when it opened on Friday, I’m in High School, so I’m always broke, but I still opted to shell out the full price, rather than seeing a Matinee showing. Didn’t have any problems filling the two vacant seats in my truck, when I announced((Casually)), that I was going to see Kill Bill. Walked in as soon as they finished cleaning the theater, and waited.
Saw the previews to Matrix Revolutions, and LOTR: Return of The King, and I was looking forward to them, then, we had that Fucking Impossible shot of the Bride’s brutalized face, and her tortured breathing as Bill’s fucking fantastic voice played rang through the silent audience. I knew what was coming up as she begin to spout out; “Bill…It’s your baby!”, but I still flinched a bit as that beautiful Colt Single Action Army “Peacemaker” knocked a hole in the Bride’s head. One of my buddy’s and I immediately lapsed into a painful fit of laughter((We’re sick)), catching a few odd looks from the few other folks in the theater.
Out of the twelve people who saw the movie, counting myself and my two friends, 3 left at one point or another in the movie, and didn’t come back. That’s a fucking 25% reduction in under an hour and a half, I’ve never seen anything like that happen in a film, ever. Hell, I realized even then, that this just might be the greatest film ever. The three of us in the back laughed, chuckled, grinned, and generally enjoyed all of this insanely over-the-top violence throughout the flick.
To sum it all up, as we walked from the theater to my truck, I said something that explains how amazing this film was to me, and, how fucked up some of my examples can be:
“You know, I sat through those previews, and figured, hey, those’ll be some cool movies when they come out this year, and then I saw Kill Bill. The only way to describe it is, say, for example you had this chance to fuck the girl of your dreams, the most, abso-fucking-loutely gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen or imagined; but on the way, you get jumped by some fellow who ass-rapes you, we’re talking about a full on, hour and a half of anal pounding before he walks off, and, all of a sudden, instead of being completely disgusted by this, you realize, that no sexual act can ever compare to what you just experianced, not even fucking your dream girl. So, you just go home, and try and live your life knowing that the pleasure you might of once derived from sex, will never be the same, because you’ll never, fuckin’ ever match what you felt that night, when you got fucked in the ass.”