user RAWHEAD RALF originally posted:
…a satisfying religious experience from pope tarantino. man, it felt like christmas in the theatre this aft. we’ve got a new tarantino flick in the theatres! that alone is reason to rejoice. the sequence where oren ishii and her entourage prowl the streets of tokyo and then arrive at the house of blue leaves with ‘battle without honor or humanity’ pounding on the soundtrack was pure cinematic sex, like having your cock stroked by worlds most gorgeous supermodel and all you’re thinking is, “make it last, make it last.” this definately ain’t the titty twister. if his other movies were about the dialogue then kill bill is all about the visual kaleidescope. when the bride is presented the sword built by hattori hanzo it felt as though my eyeballs might get slashed just looking at its glistening steel. tarantino is the movie equivalent of the worlds greatest cover band: not only does he play the classics (drive-in classics as it were) but he plays them even better than the original composers. maybe if we’re lucky mirimax will release kill bill vol.1 and vol.2 as one continuous glorious epic. kill bill swings, baby…
