No, QT, I can’t claim to be your favorite fan. There are a million men ahead of me that idolize you from afar. You are way too violent and perverted to be sexy or arresting. So what is it about your work that makes me head to the theaters in anticipation? The answer came to me yesterday–you remind me of my brother.
I just turned 51 and Quentin you will, too, in March. Happy Birthday.
My brother and I were playing buddies growing up. When he was young, he bought with his allowance several five-inch, jiggly, tortured men with emaciated rib cages, bulging eyes, swollen tongues, and then he’d have conversations with them while sticking them with pins like he was the inquisitor in Poe’s The Pit and the Pendulum.
He loved to play war, setting up the sides of plastic soldiers with the sharp-shooters poised on boulders waiting to pick off the frontal assault. Our time was always outdoors and the view from the tree tops was liberating. Lighting firecrackers in February, rolling down hills in empty drums, tying June bug legs to a string to watch them fly around in a circle, scratching sticks on a screen to create spears for a war with neighborhood kids. Hanging Barbie from a tree and trying to hit her with stones from a slingshot. Making a trident and at the muddy creek, bringing back a pillowcase of bullfrogs for frying their muscled legs. Sticking your hand in dark waters and wiggling your fingers to see if a carp would bite. Sprinkling salt on leeches stuck to your calves when you came out of the lake–these are the memories I have with my brother.
I wonder, Quentin, if your childhood was like mine. My uncle smuggled us into the trunk of the car and we went to the drive-in and saw the spaghetti westerns and the Kung-Fu films that influenced you. The funk, the mafia, and the quest of the underdog who seeks revenge and rises above insurmountable odds. All that 60s and 70s bad cinema you reclaimed and reinvented into new art. That’s quite an achievement.
I wonder what kind of childhood you had? My brother grew up and has always been an excellent outdoorsman. We all thought he should have enlisted to become a Navy Seal or Ranger. He is a successful businessman. But, if there’s an invasion, he’s prepared. At the very least, QT, I can say, my brother is a character right out of one of your movies. You both are weird, super-smart, passionate, and sweet.
I love how you portray women as badass strong and beautiful and give them large roles. They are scary, but preferable than mousey and dependent arm candy. You have to admit, women, the world wouldn’t be so scary if you had mastered the Hatori Hanzo sword when Budd came calling.
While there are several of your films that go into the over-the-top bloody realm I fail to appreciate, there are many I admire because your gift for creating the most bizarre and believable characters in cinema are in the forefront. That is your true strength.
You manage to get inside of an actor’s head and extract an unusual, brilliant side of them. Your ability to write scripts that combine quiet, polite conversations around explosive action make your films thrilling. Your non-linear plots are interesting.
Can’t wait for your upcoming western The Hateful Eight reported to pay tribute to The Magnificent Seven. When you create intelligent scripts with extraordinary characters and back off the blood and guts, I clap harder than anyone.
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