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Entries from Cinecultist tagged with 'Quentin Tarantino'

There Will Be Blood at the Golden Globe Announcements

Watching the announcements of the Golden Globe nominations yesterday, Cinecultist was struck by the sheer inappropriateness of Quentin Tarantino as an announcer. Dude, it may have been too early in the morning for you to get a stylist to comb your hair but seriously, keep your opinions to yourself. We don't want any of your mini-commentary, jeez. See the full video for yourself but at the announcement of Diablo Cody's nomination for her Juno script he cheered (1:35) then every time he mentioned Paul Thomas Anderson's movie, he said the title in an increasingly more ridiculous voice (:45, :03). A cross between a circus barker and a wrestling match announcer, CC couldn't decide if snarky QT was offering homage or mockery. "There Will Be Blooooood!" Though of course, Cinecultist is now compelled to also say that movie name in that very same voice every time we use it.

Maybe QT is just miffed that PTA beat him to the punch on that excellent title. Although if Tarantino ever named one of his movies There Will Be Blood, the obvious response from his fans would have to be, "really? well, duh."

What To Do, What To Do?

Okay, so it's only Wednesday but Cinecultist is already thinking longingly of the weekend. There's something about being at mid-week that makes you itchy for a lazy Saturday at the movies, don'tcha think?

Manohla Dargis in today's NY Times reminds us that there are still some great choices coming up in the New Directors/New Films series at MoMA and Lincoln Center. [It runs through Sunday, Apr. 1.] CC joined in on drinks and general merriment at Josephina's this last Sunday night to celebrate the festival, so we'll feel extra guilty if we don't take in more of their excellent offerings.

Coming up this weekend, Cinecultist may also try to see a B Musical at Film Forum or an Edie Sedgwick movie at the Museum of the Moving Image. Singing and jazz hands or poor little It Girl—a tough choice, right?

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Damn this recent gorgeous weather in New York. 70 degrees, woohoo! It makes it so difficult to focus on the real task at hand, ie. movie-watching, when all you really want to be doing is wandering around outside with an iced coffee in hand. Hopefully on Friday night it will be less lovely as CC has committed to spending three hours in doors for a sneak peak at the highly anticipated Richard Rodriguez/Quentin Tarantino double feature, Grindhouse at a neighborhood theater. Full opinions (namely if our annoyance at QT's pretensions still burns with the fires of a thousand suns) will be forthcoming, as soon as our butt regains some feeling from spending so long in a movie seat.

P.S. If you haven't checked out the movie's incredibly self-indulgent and unnecessarily complicated official website yet, please do. You can make things explode AND listen to the sound of faux old movie projectors. It's over-the-topness is both really admirable and yet frustrating. Sort of like how CC often feels about QT's movies, actually.

P.P.S. A happy birthday to the Cinecultist's sister, Laurie, today. We'll always be the Waldorf to your Statler. "It's good to be heckling, again. It's good to be doing anything again!"