How Very Postmodern
Okay, all you
cinema aficianados who proclaimed that Quentin Tarantino's
Kill Bill Vol. 1 was some sort of masterpiece of poetic violence or whatever rationalizations you offer for chic senseless gore and slashery. He's
making screeches about a Vol. 3:
"The star will be Vernita Green's (Vivica A. Fox's) daughter, Nikki (Ambrosia Kelley). I've already got the whole mythology: Sofie Fatale (Julie Dreyfus) will get all of Bill's money. She'll raise Nikki, who'll take on The Bride," he says. "Nikki deserves her revenge every bit as much as The Bride deserved hers. I might even shoot a couple of scenes for it now so I can get the actresses while they're this age."
For those of you who might be less in the know than me, The Bride is the "heroine" character of volumes 1 and 2. She's left for dead and spends almost four hours chasing down the assassin leader who wanted to kill her on her wedding day. That's Bill.
As part of The Bride's vengeance, she kills Vernita Green, a sub-assassin. While the daughter's home or something. Ultimately, I think the story goes, The Bride will kill Bill.
But in Vol 3., The Bride would be the
legitimate target for vengeance, and the audience's sympathy should shift to another innocent bystander whose life was hurt, and the senseless violence would go on and on like the mad god Azathoth, dancing to the music of the universe. I see the cheap political metaphors, brother.
There's your damn mythos, Tarantino. You're a postmodern punk without a sense of morals outside the beauty of violence, or perhaps just your own "genius" in a world of sickophantic cynical "intellectuals" and "academics."
(Thanks,
Drudge, for the link.)