who is Quentin Tarantino if not the ultimate pop fan?
I guess what I’m saying is that Tarantino, having already made a four-hour grind-house orgy with the Kill Bill films, would now do well to surprise us, and maybe himself, by making a movie that played to his obsessions yet did so in a fresh and (if this isn’t too blasphemous) slightly more conventional way. If he reads this, he’ll probably roll his eyes. But sorry, I still want to see that damn Hendrix movie.
