Thursday, March 10, 2005
Oh, Good Fuck, No
Dear Quentin Tarantino:
Can we talk? Really, can you put down the sword and- yes, yes I know, it's a Hanzo sword, let's just talk.
Dude, what's wrong with you? I mean, yeah, you just reentered Hollywood after four years in limbo, I'd be ecstatic, too, but-
Yes, I do know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris. It's a Royale. And to answer Jules' eternal question, it's still a Whopper.
Look, seriously. Quentin. We hear you're going to film the season finale for CSI. And that's cool, because it'd be neat to see what you do with a TV crime show.
But, look. The Friday the 13th series? No one needs that. No one needs a man in a hockey mask chasing half-naked cheerleaders while "Run Through the Jungle" plays and you focus on their naked feet-
Look, Quentin. Put the- put the fucking sword down, Quentin.
Okay, you know what? I'll just go before you open a can of whoop-ass on me. Fair enough? I thought so.
Can we talk? Really, can you put down the sword and- yes, yes I know, it's a Hanzo sword, let's just talk.
Dude, what's wrong with you? I mean, yeah, you just reentered Hollywood after four years in limbo, I'd be ecstatic, too, but-
Yes, I do know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris. It's a Royale. And to answer Jules' eternal question, it's still a Whopper.
Look, seriously. Quentin. We hear you're going to film the season finale for CSI. And that's cool, because it'd be neat to see what you do with a TV crime show.
But, look. The Friday the 13th series? No one needs that. No one needs a man in a hockey mask chasing half-naked cheerleaders while "Run Through the Jungle" plays and you focus on their naked feet-
Look, Quentin. Put the- put the fucking sword down, Quentin.
Okay, you know what? I'll just go before you open a can of whoop-ass on me. Fair enough? I thought so.
