Jesus fuck.
Joygasm. JOY. GASM.
riddering, don't you worry. Isa didn't poop out on me again. I have seen the absofuckinglutely genius piece of heaven that is Kill Bill, Volume 2.
Writing my review right now, full of gobsmacking love and tears for Quentin Tarantino, the Bride, Bill, and my newly found OTP, Black Mamba/Snake Charmer. [Theirloveissobeautifulandangstyanddoomedandmurderous!]
Ironically, what was going through my head the as I walked out was the prospect of being able to make a 'Is Pai Mei gonna have to choke a bitch?' icon.
Gah. I am spent. Quentin, you are free to do with me what you will.
'Goodnight Moon' is the song played at the very end. I can upload it if anyone wants it.