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Ready player one.
That has to be one of the cringiest movies I’ve seen, is tries so hard, too hard with it’s “WE LOVE YOU NERD, YOU’RE SO COOL FOR PLAYING GAMES AND GETTING THIS 80S REFERENCE” message and the whole “corporation bad, the people good” narrative seems written for toddlers… The fan service feels cheap and adds nothing to the story.
Finally, they trying to make the people believe that very attractive girl with a barely visible red tint spot on her face is “ugly”… Like wtf?
Yet it received decent reviews plus being one of the most successful movies of that year.
Inglourious Basterds.
However much I liked all the Tarantino flicks before this one, I just cannot get into Inglourious. Also, everything Tarantino made after that movie is also tainted by the same uneasy feeling I get. If pressed to guess why, I’d say he took the stories out of the ‘now’ and transported them to other times and places, which just does not seem to agree with me.
For me, Inglorious plays like a short film anthology and its praise comes from how good some of those shorts are. The opening (farm) scene and the bar scene are masterful examples of suspense. I never praise the film as a whole, but I will always praise those two scenes.
And the scene where Hans Landa perfects his English. “It’s a bingo! Is that how you say it? It’s a bingo?”
And the infamous Arrriverdurrchi scene. Etc. It’s pretty full of memorable moments but I do agree with you in general.
I think Basterds was his first movie that casually re-wrote history, which threw off the movie’s tone for me. Like a historical “what if” movie. And every movie he’s done since then has the same feel to me now.
Tarantino films are a process of him masturbating over old movies and extracting pleasure in people not getting all of his references
And having a foot fetish and constantly casting himself on scenes with feet or racist comments.
Django riding in his purple clothes on top of that ultra green grassland with Skrillex blasting - fuck that shit
You’re miss remembering (is that a word?) things. Because it’s not purple and it’s not Skrillex… That scene is awesome, the whole movie is
it’s heavy color contrasts and what we came to call brostep in the historic context of mid 19th century. we may disagree but this was the moment i lost touch with tarantino’s esthetics