한국 사람이 아니다 (talonvaki) wrote,
한국 사람이 아니다
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Kill Bill. Please.

I finally saw Kill Bill last night. Everyone I know has had nothing but praise for it. Some have even seen it more than once.

I didn't like it.

I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to. It had ShawScope. It had Gordon Liu and Lucy Liu. It had all that Japanese/Chinese stuff I'm mad for. It had, potentially, so much to like. But it was just...too...awful.
It had moments of beauty...but there was just. Too. Much. Blood. Too many severed heads and severed limbs. Too much spraying, pumping, gooshing horrible blood. I like Kung Fu movies...they never seemed this gory. They also have a sense of humour, while Kill Bill was grimly serious when it came to the fights.

Seeing severed heads squirting blood from the neck and severed arms and legs spraying blood fountains...not appealing. An orderly selling sex with the comatose for "$75 a fuck"...really scary and degrading. I felt numb after seeing it. I was quiet for a long time, walking out of the theatre, thoughtful. Then I just said, "I guess maybe I don't like Quentin Tarantino movies."

There were things I loved. Charlie Brown. Copperhead's Pasadena kitchen (but why is there an electical outlet at the top of a door frame?). The anime sequence was a brilliant way to do a flashback...I guess animated cartoon blood is not as bad as realistic cartoon blood. The katana on the plane. The snowy yard of the House of Blue Leaves, and the bamboo water fountain...and that one shot of Lucy Liu in the white kimono with her katana. The 5.6.7.8's band (they have CDs)...

And I loved - loved - the scenes in Okinawa. I adore the typical Asian movie motif of food appearing in this homage to those movies. I loved the tea/sake arguments and the "General" telling the Bride that he's not really bald, he shaved his head. The quiet understated power of Hattori Hanzo, retired weaponsmith. The baseball.
And what do you know? There wasn't any blood in those scenes. Those scenes...If I could just have had more scenes like that, maybe I would have liked the movie better. Those scenes were the most powerful, the most moving, the gentlest and most lyrical part of the movie.

But seeing a woman trying to keep her balance as she skitters on high heels though pools of blood surveying the damage to her nightclub? I don't need to see that. I don't really want to see that.

That's not entertainment. That's gruesome and depressing. At least, it was for me.
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