Last night I posed a simple question to the Twitterverse:
A few folks answered my actual question (The move is queued up), but someone pinged me to ask why I don’t like Quentin Tarentino. My answer to that question is sort of complicated, so I set it up in classic “Sarah Argument” style. If you know me, chances are you’ve been the victim of said style. I’m sorry, and simultaneously, you’re welcome. Anyway, the answer went like this:
1) Agree with the premise that Quentin Tarentino’s movies are all edgy or weird or shocking in some way. [We agreed on the premise]
2) Point out that his movies feature either bizarre or interesting characters doing every day things or every day characters doing bizarre and interesting things. [After some debate, we both accepted this as well]
3) Identify the flaw in the first two points: Quentin Tarentino follows a formula that involves wedding the ordinary and the bizarre and then peppering it with shock or edginess….
….and really good stories don’t follow formulas. (I just remembered that I brought this up before when talking about books here).
4) Accept (and deflect) counter-arguments. Here my friend mentioned that Steven Spielberg often follows of formula of telling epic adventure stories coupled with special effects. I acknowledge this and mention that the predictability of such movies is boring becomes tiresome. But, Spielberg seems to realize this and is perhaps bored of it himself, so he diverges a bit by telling true epic stories like Schindler’s List and Saving Private Ryan.
Anyway the discussion went on for a bit and finally ended when my friend divulged that he too dislikes Quentin Tarentino. I should have been satisfied, but I’m the queen of sound bites (here’s what a sound bite is) and I’m often compelled to summarize my thoughts with one. That’s when Peter Griffin popped into my head:
And there it is. Quentin Tarentino movies insist upon themselves. They’re like an insecure twenty-something who decides to be a hipster and tries so, so hard to be a hipster that absolutely no one is ever convinced he’s a hipster. That kid insists upon his hipster self. Tarentino can’t just tell a story. He insists upon adding in torture scenes or ninjas or unusual overdose remedies.
That’s why I don’t like Quentin Tarentino. And why I now feel like I know Peter Griffin, just a little bit better.
PS – The Godfather is a great movie.