Taranti-NO

I have never seen a Quentin Tarantino film. If I am lucky, I will never see a Quentin Tarantino film. People say he’s brilliant. Talk to any male friend you know, and they will tell you the Kill Bill movies are somewhere on their “Top 10.” A large population of women feel the same way. I don’t know what the rhubarb is. It sounds to me like all he does is take a bunch of beautiful people, violently hack them to pieces, put them back together again and do it all while weaving a vibrant tapestry of profanity. Perhaps I shouldn’t judge his work so harshly; after all as I previously mentioned I never have seen any of it. Last night, however I saw a preview for a movie that reinforced everything I believed…and then some. During a commercial break while watching A.D., I surfed casually to MTV2 and was sucker-punched by the most disturbing movie preview for Tarantino’s new film called “Hostel.” Boasting “the most disturbing scenes of torture ever put on film” and how “paramedics had to rush to the screening because people were passing out and having heart attacks due to the graphic nature” this movie seems to be basing its entire campaign on violence. I couldn’t even sit through the preview. Movies like this scare me. They scare me because of the plot, but they scare me more because someone was inspired to create such a plot. Somewhere in the recesses of someone’s mind, plots as brutal and disturbing as this were conceived, nurtured, and brought to full blown adulthood to be marketed to the public who will watch, while noshing on popcorn and red vines. How sick is that?