Author: Pauline Skewes | Publication: T-SQUAT
You know that question people ask: "Who would you invite for dinner, dead or alive?" Well, it’s as
simple as this – on the top of my list would be none other than Mr. Quentin
Tarantino. Hands down. Let me start from the beginning.
Quentin Tarantino was born in
Knoxville, Tennessee and raised in Los Angeles. He was a high school dropout at
the age of sixteen to take acting classes at the James Best Theatre Company. As
a teenager, Tarantino first earned his bread and butter at the video store he
lived in on Manhattan Beach, California called Video Archives. Here he spent
the majority of his youth watching, studying and becoming smitten with obtuse
films. Luckily for us, this is how the romance between Tarantino and films
began.
Tarantino’s first
few big bucks came from selling scripts such as Natural Born Killers and
True Romance during his early twenties (as you do); the first
commercially successful film he wrote and directed was Reservoir Dogs
(1992), which he was originally going to shoot with some friends on the
budget of thirty-thousand dollars. However, thanks to Harvey Keitel- who
plays Mr. White in the movie- Tarantino was handed one-and-a-half million
dollars to play with instead. This became the turning point in this
now-prominent director’s career. It was as if he flicked his blinker and merged
into the fast lane, leaving everybody else behind. Reservoir Dogs later
grossed at six-and-a-half million. Not bad at all. It later provided him
with the two tools he needed most to make his next and best film; cash meant a
higher budget and confidence meant balls.
If Tarantino
treated his films as his children, Pulp Fiction (1994) should be the
favourite. It holds the plot of four tales of violence and redemption colliding
within the Los Angeles underworld. You’re able to get your money’s worth purely
from watching the Bible-quoting character that is Jules, played by Samuel L.
Jackson, and it scored Tarantino his first Academy Award for Best Original
Screenplay. Need I say more?
Now for Jackie Brown (1997)– a
movie about a flight attendant who gets caught smuggling her boss’s gun money.
The film provided both lead actress Pam Grier, in the title role, and Robert
Forster a much needed comeback movie. Much like John Travolta, who was
suffering from acting obscurity throughout his career prior to Tarantino waving
his directing wand his way with Pulp Fiction. It’s safe to say the man
can certainly create memorable characters and cast them to perfection providing
them with memorable quotations such as: “They call it a Royale with
Cheese…“
When someone asks me the difficult
question of which Tarantino movie is my favourite, I become restless,
simply because it’s a hard task. Ultimately, the Kill Bill movies win me
over every time. Perhaps this is because both movies are based around Beatrix
Kiddo (code name: Black Mamba, played by Uma Thurman), a formidable female
assassin who is a ruthless warrior out to seek revenge on the Deadly Viper
Association Squad, a team of deadly killers under the ruling of her ex
boss/lover Bill (kung-fu legend David Carradine.) Both volumes consist of a
hand-written hit list, Japanese samurai swords and a truck called “The Pussy
Wagon.” Lock it in, Eddie.
Naturally when you are Mr. Tarantino,
you hold acquaintances like other prominent directors- Robert Rodriguez, for
example. The two joined forces in 2007 to give tribute to Grindhouse movies, a
’70s trend where inner-city movie theaters would screen extreme, low-budget independent films
containing an abundant amount of violence and nudity as a means to compromise
and contest with under-the-thumb big-budget studio films.
Here, Tarantino provided us with Deathproof,
a film about two separate sets of voluptuous women who are stalked by a
stuntman called Mike (Kurt Russel), who uses his ‘death-proof’ car to lure and
slay women. It is a dialogue-driven film giving a deliberate nod to the cult
and horror films of yesteryear.
Nowadays, it is
too often that you walk out of a movie theater wondering if you should have
saved your pennies and stayed at home instead. It is very rare that you are
able to sit through a whole film with adrenaline pumping from your chest and an
entertained grin or your face. However, the last time I was able to experience
this was with Tarantino’s latest production Inglorious Basterds which he
spent over a decade writing.
The plot is based around a group of hardened
Nazi-killers who stalk their prey in occupied France as a Jewish cinema owner
plots to take down top-ranking SS officers during the official premiere of a
high-profile German propaganda film. How Tarantino managed to create a World
War II film containing unpredictable humour with the music of David Bowie and
make it a sensation is beyond me. All I know is that if a
sixteen-year-old boy that worked at a video store turned around and said to me,
“You know, I’m going to write some of the best scripts and direct some
notoriously renowned kick-ass movies one day!”, I would most likely tell
that kid to beat it and keep dreamin’.
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