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Titolo: Lunghissima recensione di KillBill2

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Tuesday, March 9, 2004
KILL BILL VOLUME 2 Review
You ever have a day where you just need a great film?
That was me today. Last Friday I received a phone call inviting my father
and I to Tarantino's first theatrical screening of KILL BILL VOLUME 2
anywhere in the world, and it happened that it would be taking place here in
Austin. That happened last night. I was, of course, overjoyed. What film
geek wouldn't be truly excited beyond words to see the first theatrical
screening of an uncut Tarantino film? Not I.
So Monday morning I wake up giddy. I was going to be seeing KILL BILL VOLUME
2 today. So I go to get out of bed and because the Gods are cruel, the fates
evil and the writer of my tale sadistic, my right knee decides that it will
simply not lock, effectively rendering my right leg as sturdy as that of a
rag doll's. As I'm desperately trying to figure out a scenario by which I
might actually get to be attending the screening tonight - the phone begins
ringing. Of course - today - about 20 different crisis had to arise. The
phone constantly ringing. me trying to figure out what to do. I decide that
I need to try and move out of my room and at least get to the bathroom.
maybe the knee will catch if I'm moving around and I'll be a real live human
again. With my crutches I barely make it. So now, I'm in my bathroom. Is
there anything more depressing than being stuck on a toilet unable to move
for like 2-3 hours? I'm sure there is, but as I sat there. as the phone
continued to ring and as problem after problem arose, one indisputable fact
was tormenting me. I had no business, in the shape that my knee was in,
going to see KILL BILL VOLUME 2 tonight. If moving 12 feet from my bed to
the bathroom proved Herculean, the concept of going across my living room,
down the stairs with no banister, into the car, then. in front of a giant
crowd trying to get into the theater. with an injury that sometimes sends a
signal to my brain to. SIT DOWN, at the most inopportune moments. this wasn'
t something I was going to be able to do.
As I worked out the final outside world problem that was presented to me
today, I realized in talking to this friend of mine that I did own a
wheelchair that I have never used. It was my grandfather's, when he passed
away he left it to my father and I. I decide, yes. I WILL GO! I begin
thinking about climbing those steps in China to Pei Mei's temple, and how I
would see those steps again if it killed me today.
Dad got the chair, put it together, took off all the holders for oxygen
bottles and what not, then came in and announced the obvious, that I was
going to have to get out to the car on foot, as in our crowded house, the
chair was impossible. At this point, I was resolute. this was going to work.
I could stand on my left leg, so I got dressed properly. got myself together
and with Dad's help got to the car. It was, literally one of the hardest
things I've done. But, this was KILL BILL VOLUME 2 and I had to see it. Once
at the theater, things calmed down immensely. I was secure in the fact that
I would be seeing KILL BILL. I had told dozens of friends about the
screening, they had all secured passes and when everyone got in, there was a
buzz in the auditorium. There was excitement, knowing full well that we
would be the first audience to see this film.
As the theater was packed, things got underway, there was a single
microphone stand dead center in front of the screen. There were just under
500 people in the theater, and as Quentin took the mike, there was polite
and enthusiastic applause. He simply announced that we were the first
audience to see this film and that what we would be seeing would be rough.
not entirely color timed with a very very temp mix. but that what we would
be seeing would be a vast improvement on what it was a week ago. As he was
talking, Bob and Harvey Weinstein came in, as did Richard Linklater and
Robert Rodriguez and Sally Menke and assorted others.
As Quentin took his seat and the theater went dark. a hushed buzz went
through the crowd. This was clearly an audience that "wanted" to see KILL
BILL VOLUME 2.
The end result? As the final Q&U hit the screen and the projector turned
off, the audience rose to its collective feet, turned to face Quentin and
went on to applaud for 5 minutes. It was so overwhelming, that Harvey did
not have the Research Firm conducting the screening pass out cards, clearly.
Their work here was done.
The film is perfect as I could have ever hoped for. On my way out of the
theater, Quentin asked me what my favorite moment of the film was. It was
near the very end, as Uma and David are sitting at a table and well, the end
is pretty certain. It is an incredibly emotional scene. Specifically - over
the course of this film, you are struck with such an incredible amount of
affection for David Carradine's bastard Bill. as well as for Uma's Kiddo
that this exchange is wrenching it out of you. And Bill says a line to her
that has an incredibly rude phrase at the end of it and I found myself at
that moment, honestly crying and laughing at the exact same moment, and not
for crass manipulative reasons, but for earned tears and laughs.
Specifically - that is such a hard thing to elicit from me in a theater. To
have honest tears and laughs simultaneously is the very definition of the
idealized version of entertainment for me. Something that touches you deeply
and makes you laugh and enjoy yourself. That's entertainment!
With my father, it was the scene where she first faces Bill and his armed
"bodyguard" in his house. When you see the scene, you'll get it. I wasn't
particularly surprised by his comments given current conditions with his
"bodyguard" and their mutual violent adventures.
From others, I heard about 9 other "favorite moments." In fact, I didn't
hear the same one twice. This is that sort of film. If you were turned off
by the gore of the first film and found yourself wanting more of the
 'verbal" Tarantino dialogue. well, this is the film for you. It is a
masterpiece. I've been reporting on test screenings for going on 8 years
now, I've never heard of one with a standing ovation - it was overwhelming -
like something you hear about, but never see. The film was that good.
How are the characters? Fantastic.
Michael Madsen is so fucking cool in this. If you've seen Charles Bronson in
MAGNIFICENT SEVEN telling those kids about the strength of their fathers. or
even Jon Voight in RUNAWAY TRAIN, when he tells a reckless Eric Roberts that
if he gets free, if he would get down on his knees and scrub the tiniest
stain off the floor with a toothbrush and follow orders and get the sort of
job a con can get, he should be thankful. Well, Madsen is that man. He's a
man that has such sins that he has given up that life, finding no warmth in
it. Instead, he lives in a tiny trailer in front of a magnificent view. and
at night he works as a bouncer at a shithole strip club being treated like
crap by people he could snap like his fingers. but he takes it. He takes it
and he goes home and he plays his records and chews his tobacco knowing this
is the best he can ever hope for. and wow. He's great.
David Carradine is going to amaze people. Nobody anywhere has seen him this
good. When I saw him onstage with Tarantino at Quentin's last film
festival - I knew there was the potential for magic. If you've seen his Wild
Bill in THE LONG RIDERS - then you know that it wasn't just stunt casting,
that there was a purpose behind it. If you remember and like CIRCLE OF
IRON - there are some elements here that are just taken to such a higher
level. that it just isn't even funny. Quentin does wonders with David in
this film. In fact, David has several of the best monologues you've seen in
a Quentin film here. His Peter & The Wolf style story of Pei Mei is a
classic. His "Superman" monologue is also classic. I'm also particularly
fond of the bit at Two Pines between him and "The Bride," as well as the
"Fish" story. David is, I imagine, the perfect portrayal of Satan in many
ways. He's charismatic as can be, eloquent, deceitful, manipulative, smooth
and treacherously deadly. He's a bastard and he knows he's a bastard and he'
s fine with that. That you will mourn his passing is a testament to Quentin'
s direction and to David's performance.
Uma Thurman is amazing. The phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman
 scorned," has never been more true than when talking of her Beatrix Kiddo.
She is amazing. The day she goes through beginning with her encounter with
Madsen's Budd till the end of the next chapter. WHEW! This is great stuff!
Her time with Pei Mei. surprisingly affecting. In particular the
relationship between Uma and Gordon Liu on screen is truly outstanding. I
was surprised by the "tough love" and "respect" between the two of them. The
payoffs on these scenes will elicit shrieking applause if you're audience is
anything like the one last night. Watching Uma and David together is magic.
This isn't nearly the action film of the first part, this is really getting
down to the meat of the characters and their relationships.
Gordon Liu. WOW. Pei Mei is a cinematic god. For anyone that ever even
briefly flirted with love for Shaw Brother's classics. You will be blown
away. So much of it is in his eyes, his gestures and yeah. even the
subtitles. Pei Mei is funny as hell, cruel, but with an incredibly powerful
sense of purpose. The rice eating scene as Uma is attempting to use
chopsticks with broken hands is particularly affecting. Great work.
Daryl Hannah is such a great fucking bitch in this thing. Elle is horrible,
but because she would always be second. Her patent leather shiny eye-patch
is cool as hell and man is she mean. She took on all the worst qualities of
Bill -- this is the Loki to Uma's Thor. Two Nordic Goddesses fathered by
Bill's Odin. When they fight. imagine if you will the fight scene between
Sean Connery and Robert Shaw in the closed quarters of that train in FROM
RUSSIA WITH LOVE. Now, give them the spacious environment of a white trash
trailer smack dab in the desert outside Barstow - and you'll begin to get
it. This thing is an epic smack down. Right up there with Wayne and Victor
MacLagen in THE QUIET MAN - this is a rumble that can be felt over seven
states and when it ends. I dare you not to clap. No fancy smanchy wirework
here. This fight hurts deep tissue.
The music is wonderful. At the moment, I'm a bit dazed. trying to recall it
all, but like the music of the first film, this thing will spend
considerable time being played in your world most likely.
What is missing? Well - you won't see Bill's fight with Michael Jai White
which I described in detail from my China trip. I didn't ask Quentin why he
cut it out, instead, I understood. In this film it was more important that
the audience like Bill, than fear his skill. Because it was more important
how you feel about the end of the fight, than the anticipation of that
fight. To that, it is a testament to how well Quentin understood what was
truly important to the story. THAT BEING SAID, I can't fucking wait to see
that fight on the extras on a DVD!
Ok, for now, I'll call it quits on this review. This is my favorite film of
Tarantino's. Can I say that with all my experiences with this film to the
side? No, not really. I was the only person in that theater that had climbed
the cruel steps of Pei Mei, so sure I'm sure that colors my view of things.
but then, I was the only person in the theater that wasn't standing and
applauding for five minutes straight when it was done, but then. I was in a
wheelchair.

 This is my favorite film of Tarantino's.
Oceanizzo.
Ciao,
mx
--
La mentalita' del branco solleva gli individui dal dover distinguere
fra giusto e sbagliato. Il branco e' la volontaria regressione
dell'uomo a livello della bestia.

 Oceanizzo.
Io sto già nella fase dei preliminari più spinti, ho paura che
"orgasmizzerò" dopo il primo fotogramma...
Kill Bill Vol. I, comunque, già da solo (e monco) è il miglior film di
Tarantino.
ciao
Valerio
-- 
"Parlo mai di astrofisica, io? Parlo mai di biologia, io?... Parlo mai di
neuropsichiatria?... Parlo mai di botanica, parlo mai di algebra?... Io non
parlo di cose che non conosco! Parlo mai di epigrafia greca? Parlo mai di
elettronica? Parlo mai delle dighe, dei ponti, delle autostrade? Io non
parlo di cardiologia! Io non parlo di radiologia! Io non parlo di cose che
non conosco!!"

 You ever have a day where you just need a great film?
Francamente, la fonte non potrebbe essere peggiore. Ain't it cool, come
critica, è pura merda e Harry Knowles parla bene di qualsiasi film in cui
sia invitato in anticipo. Dovessi basarmi su questa rece non andrei nemmeno
a vederlo.
Ma ho deciso di mantenere una mente aperta come per il primo e ignorerò
questa vassallata di recensione.
(esempio: perchè Vanilla Sky è meglio della versione originale spagnola,
Abre los ojos? Perchè c'è Tom Cruise che è una star 'you can relate to',
mentre quell'attore spagnolo chi l'ha mai visto?)
Moritz Benedikt
'Life is not short enough'

In un epoca storica in cui i miracoli sembrano andare di moda, sono
d'accordo con Moritz! Un tempo (parlo del 1996, quando nacque AICN) era
davvero il sito di informazione guerrigliera e di analisi di film "cool". Se
dovessi spiegare ai bimbi delle elementari cos'e'
"l'isitituzionalizzazione", citerei AICN com'e' adesso.
La saga delle rece de "L'Attacco dei Cloni" e di come hanno cercato di farlo
passare per un buon film e' imbarazzante.
Come hanno toppato su "Resident Evil" (la quintessenza del "zombie, pupe e
popcorn") e come stanno toppando su "Alien vs. Predator" prima che sia
uscito, e' simbolico: la fine del "dammi il film 'wow!' e non rompermi le
palle con l'arte della controdiffrazione sociolungometraggica". [Hint: sono
incazzati su RE perche' doveva dirigerlo Romero, che e' sacro - poco importa
se la sua sceneggiatura possono leggerla tutti su internet e vedere che era
brutta].
Sui 231.453 caratteri di cazzi suoi che Harry Knowles piazza prima di una
rece sono daccordo col tale che ha scritto "For one actually interested in
the movie, they have the stopping power of an anti-tank round".
Peccato, perche' qua e la' cose interessanti sul sito ci sono ancora, ma
bisogna trovarle da soli :^/

Mi sembra un pò eccessivo, x me pulp rimane il meglio
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Perchè è stato più pubblicizzato
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 a vederlo.
Non è sempre vero, come invece lo è che ha sempre un occhio più benigno nei
confronti del suo gruppo di amichetti di Austin cioè Tarantino, Rodriguez
con Guillermo del Toro e Kevin Smith come seguito. Gente unita dall'amore
per il film di genere e i fumetti...
Ma anche tra di noi c'è gente disposta a difendere Il pianeta delle scimmie
di Tim Burton, o anche le ultime merde di Dario Argento.
Bye

 sia invitato in anticipo.
Verissimo.

 ha scritto nel messaggio
news:KJL3c.32144$O31.1...@news4.tin.it...
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Guarda che stavo citando come esempio una rece particolarmente insulsa di
Ain't it Cool.
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 ha scritto nel
messaggio news:FKM3c.32602$O31.1...@news4.tin.it...
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Siamo d'accordo però che, in questo caso, non è proprio la voce più
auterevole o attendibile?
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Sě, ma anche le altre pubblicate sul suo sito sono entusiastiche...
Bye

 Sě, ma anche le altre pubblicate sul suo sito sono entusiastiche...
Non sono autorevoli in quanto sono sullo stesso sito.
E anche non fossero sullo stesso sito non sono autorevoli lo stesso in
quanto hanno assistito alla prima assieme a lui.
E se anche non anche non fossero sullo stesso sito e non avessero assistito
alla prima assieme a lui non sarebbero autorevoli comunque in quanto lui ha
influenzato tutti quelli che l'hanno visto dopo.
Quindi, Moritz, piacera' anche a te.
Ciao,
mAx
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Sarà, ma la recensione sembra scritta da un demente. A te è piaciuta?
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 Sarą, ma la recensione sembra scritta da un demente. A te č piaciuta?
No, fa cagare. Ma mi ha esaltato.
Sono serio.
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 > Tarantino.
Concordo.
Ho adorato Kill Bill, ma per ora adoro di più Pulp Fiction.
Pulp Fiction mi ha colpito in maniera più intelligente (diciamo alla base
del cervello) mentre Kill Bill ha fatto leva sulle mie pulsioni più interne
(diciamo basso ventre).
Da avere entrambi.