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I'm loving the QT discourse! Interesting to read all your takes!

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I started to answer the Tarantino question in my head and it quickly got complicated which meant I wasn't answering the question so let me just tell you this fun story. Back in the 90s when my Mom was still alive I'd visit for Thanksgiving every year and we got in a habit of watching a movie the night before Turkey Day. My Mom was a high school English/Drama teacher at the time, she was a fairly cool Boomer who got along well with her students and tried to stay current on pop culture. She was very open-minded and could appreciate a good movie, and I knew she hadn't seen Pulp Fiction. It was out on VHS and I figured it would be fun for her to tell her students she'd seen it because it was incredibly popular at the time.

Anyway, movie starts and immediately my Mom is kinda thrown by the opening scene but we keept going. Soon we're watching Vincent stab Mia in the chest and I can see my Mom is not loving where the charming Vincent/Mia story has gone, she certainly isn't into this scene, but all I can think is "this movie is so great, it will be fine." After Mia rebounds and tells the tomato joke, that's about where the good times (if we can call it that) end.

Later we're watching Butch literally run into Marsellus Wallace and suddenly I realize what's coming next: Zed, the Gimp, a dingy basement. How the hell did I forget about this scene? WTF was I thinking? I start sweating bullets while silence ensues. Silence throughout the entire scene. The movie continues, and soon we've got Vincent, Jules and Marvin in the car and I realize not only will things get gory quick but actually worse, The Bonnie Situation is about to happen. Holy crap, Tarantino is about to do a monologue I know my Mom won't enjoy. More silence. Finally, mercifully, the credits role. I think my Mom actually enjoyed the finale but we'd already covered so much territory she probably didn't want to venture into, it really no longer mattered at that point.

I'm just dying a thousand little deaths sitting there, trying not to look at my Mom because I can feel her shock resonating through the room. Before I can start to explain or apologize, my Mom, who had a very sarcastic sense of humor, says: "Well...that looking was...something."

I apologized, my Mom really had nothing much to say about it one way or the other but (and this is truly incredible), she actually wanted to see Jackie Brown opening weekend, which we went to. She enjoyed Jackie Brown a lot more than she did Pulp Fiction.

So let's end this with Jackie Brown.

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