Y'all, the emperor is NAKED.

Rating: Null/10 (20 October 2003)

Here's my theory: Quentin Tarantino has run out of people to shock. He used to be able to get a rise out of absolutely everyone, whether or not they even saw his films. "Reservoir Dogs" was a shock; people still quote the "Aw, man, I shot Marvin in the face" line from "Pulp Fiction." But by now, it's become almost commonplace. People see something completely messed up, and while their
initial reaction is, "Holy crap," their next thought it, "Oh, well, it's Tarantino, it's okay, it must be art." And if you're a guy making movies largely for the shock value, that can probably get tiresome.
I think that Quentin just decided one day, for his own amusement, to play a huge trick on the American theatregoing public. He was going to make a movie so
sadly derivative it couldn't even be called a pastiche, so horribly contrived it couldn't even be called camp. There are only so many long moments that you
can watch Lucy Liu tremble dramatically before you've shifted from art into
parody and it's time to get more popcorn. And he was completely conscious of all of this while he was making the movie. He didn't even tell the actors and actresses what he was doing. The joke was on all of us, and I'm sure he was
laughing quietly to himself the entire time. For those of you who have seen
"S1MONE," this movie was Quentin Tarantino's "I Am Pig."
And we are all the saps that made it possible. QT is sitting somewhere in the Hollywood hills laughing his fool head off at everyone who fell for his ploy, then lighting cigars with hundred-dollar bills, then laughing some more. And more power to him. He pulled it off; I fell for it. The man is a god.