His new project--with Richard Rodriguez--sounds like another frustrating mix quality and crap. Observe:
Ms. McGowan’s character, a go-go dancer, has lost her limb to zombies. Her ex-boyfriend... helps her fight back, attaching an automatic weapon to what’s left.
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Mr. Rodriguez added: “It takes place at night, and weird things happen, yet everything is played very seriously, so you buy into it. Even though she’s got a machine-gun leg, it’s not jokey in any way.”
Machine gun leg? That's stupid even by Rodriguez's "This is me Michael Madsen reading my lines" standards of direction. And yet:
As part of the game, the two directors have “aged” their movies, adding scratches, dust and dirt to the prints. “That’s part of the lurid quality,” Mr. Rodriguez said. “It feels like it’s a popular film that’s been screened a bunch of times. The texture, all the scratches, makes it look really creepy, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to, where anything could happen at any moment.”Say, that's debatably interesting. Quentin, can you take that idea and hump it to death?
And since the old grindhouse films were often missing reels, both filmmakers have purposefully cut out a segment of their movies... “I guarantee you, when it pops up ‘Missing Reel,’ the entire theater is going to scream. They might very well be screaming my name: ‘Quentin, you bastard! We hate you!’
I'm still getting a pulse.
Mr. Tarantino called his female characters’ dialogue, which simultaneously evokes both “Sex and the City” and teenage girls’ MySpace profiles, “some of the best dialogue I’ve ever written in my life.” After finishing the script he sent it to Bob Dylan, because he thought Mr. Dylan “would appreciate the wordplay.” He has not yet heard back.OK yeah, it's dead. Thanks.
