Loose Lips: Quentin Tarantino

When he has a movie to flog, Quentin Tarantino inevitably forgets the cardinal rule of publicity: Let the film speak for itself. With Inglourious Basterds (sic), his forthcoming World War II-era film starring Brad Pitt, Mr. QT is the opposite of on the QT, yammering to GQ why directors get worse with age. While this might be true of Orson Welles and Peter Bogdanovich, who peaked early (as has Tarantino, in my opinion), the list of filmmakers whose mature work surpasses their early efforts is quite a long one. Pedro Almodovar. Robert Altman. Kathryn Bigelow. David Cronenberg. Clint Eastwood. John Ford. Mira Nair...

Add to this list. Or consider this post an open thread to discuss the films of Tarantino. I admire the fluidity of his filmmaking (Pulp Fiction) and am frequently astonished by his set pieces (Kill Bill), but must admit that except for Jackie Brown, I find his movies are style without substance. You? Looking forward to Basterds?

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