Tarantino is a cinematic genius. His freaky meld of creepy style & bloody substance will no doubt buy him a big gold star on the walk of fame.
But ‘PF’ was a big, fat BORE for me.
Stylistically, Tarantino pulled it off – the noir cult ‘feel’: tuned actors; packed action; wink-wink in-jokes.
But, so what.
I cared NUTHIN for the characters: drug addicted, amoral sociopaths. No more concerned with the spatter of blood and brain matter than with the post coital goo of swapped body fluids.
Just another ‘B’ film slash n sex n gore stalker film – only with shotguns, smarmy banter and a real bad attitude. Change the gender and hair color; and you’ve cloned ‘kill bill’. zzzzzzzzzz
Ya need another merit badge, Quentin!





