TARGETTING TARANTINO

Rip It Up, Issue 220, 1 December 1995, Page 9

TARGETTING TARANTINO

We, the people, have been swamped to the eyeballs with too much Tarantino. Every trendy infected bar plays his shoddy soundtracks at least once a week to satisfy their transparent ‘cool’ quotas — just so a hundred North Shore and Grey Lynn fraudulent hipsters can go: “Ohh, Quentin Tarantino, the schlockmeister of ultra violence and trash poetry", or gab on incohenrently about their Tarantino inspired movie love. Then they profess a love for soul music and chomp on burgers down at Micky D’s. Cool bro’. Please shut up and stop ordering $1.50 exploitation crud down at your local video shop. The soundtrack is pretty formula, except for the esteemed Dick Dale. All Tarantino’s best bits are swiped from

Scorsese anyway. It’s so boring to have a horde of Tarantino zealots start looking at everything in the world and saying: ‘‘Gee, that’s wierd innit?”. “I’ve got my fallopian tube pierced, gee, that’s weird.” If all you gits want to be anti-estab-lishment with your trendy tatoos and your body piercings, why don’t you go all the way and crucify yourself at Squid, while singing ‘Stuck in the Middle With You’?

The trash-pulp Tarantino inspired ethic of celebrating incredibly strange, campy 70s oven-gunk movies is toss of the first pantheon. Chuck the soundtracks away and play some Sly and the Family Stone or Funkadelic. Flush the movies away and get out some asskicking nirvana rock ’n’ roll flicks like Scorpio Rising, Mean Streets or the Cross and the Switchblade. Peace be with you. Marvin Finklefurkowskisteinberg 111, Sunnynook Film Society.