Movie review: Tarantino pens a love letter to the town, the biz in 'Hollywood'
I go back with Quentin Tarantino, way back, starting with being in the room at 1992's Sundance Film Festival when his debut feature, "Reservoir Dogs," had one of its first screenings.
When a visibly pained audience member asked Tarantino in the Q&A how he justified the film's tidal waves of violence, the director almost didn't understand the question. "Justify it?" he echoed before just about roaring, "I don't have to justify it. I love it!"
Over the next quarter-century, little has changed. To enjoy Tarantino was to embrace his preening style, to share his reductive view of cinema and the world and violence's preeminent place in both.
I was a chronic dissenter - I still get occasional grief about
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