Yeah, not so much.
Yesterday one of J's friends lent him Inglorious Basterds, and so we watched it. This is also the guy who wanted J to see In Bruges and various graphic novels, including this one, and yeah, we're kind of sensing a theme here. Ultra-violent and graphic shit has never been our favourite thing, and I've never been crazy about movies where the director is very much in evidence, which is the school Tarantino went to.
J (after the movie was over): What the fuck was the point of that?
me: Uhm. I think it might have been Quentin Tarantino's effort to merge German expressionism and spaghetti westerns?
J: At least I didn't have to pay to rent it.
me: I'm going to tell Quentin you said that. I'm sure he'll be crushed.
J (after the movie was over): What the fuck was the point of that?
me: Uhm. I think it might have been Quentin Tarantino's effort to merge German expressionism and spaghetti westerns?
J: At least I didn't have to pay to rent it.
me: I'm going to tell Quentin you said that. I'm sure he'll be crushed.