Film Illiterate, wherein the proprietor records movies seen, and sporadic progress through assorted lists of the "best". Originally started after regretfully renting something forgettable for the third time. I've forgotten what, but never again! A tedious endeavour since 2005. Hello. 🙂
Quentin Tarantino has always said that he writes scripts for himself to direct, so this early one directed by Tony Scott is an anomaly sold to help finance Reservoir Dogs. In many respects it feels like a parody of his worst impulses as a writer: obnoxious pop-culture obsessive Clarence (Christian Slater, channelling the same manic energy as in Pump Up the Volume) goes on a road-trip to Hollywood with beautiful call girl Alabama (Patricia Arquette), pursued by the criminals whose drugs they've stolen. It's fast paced and with a great climax, but God if it doesn't read like a video store clerk's wet dream fantasy.
Quentin Tarantino has always said that he writes scripts for himself to direct, so this early one directed by Tony Scott is an anomaly sold to help finance Reservoir Dogs. In many respects it feels like a parody of his worst impulses as a writer: obnoxious pop-culture obsessive Clarence (Christian Slater, channelling the same manic energy as in Pump Up the Volume) goes on a road-trip to Hollywood with beautiful call girl Alabama (Patricia Arquette), pursued by the criminals whose drugs they've stolen. It's fast paced and with a great climax, but God if it doesn't read like a video store clerk's wet dream fantasy.