Happy birthday, Dad! He turns 69 today, and rather than snicker and make dirty jokes about that particular number, I'll just wish him a happy one, hope I'm half as cool at his age as he is, and acknowledge once again that the only reason I am able to do what I love for a living is because he indulged my interests as I was growing up, something not every parent would be willing to do. He gave me my lifelong appreciation of Ian Fleming, Clint Eastwood, Steve McQueen, and the cinema of badassery, and I can barely sum up how much I adore him.
You guys have a good weekend? My family's getting ready to leave town for an extended trip to Argentina, so it's been a blur of all sorts of last-minute activity, things we have to get finished. In addition, I had interviews on Sunday for "The Last House On The Left," and a ton of writing to get done for this week. I'm a little dizzy from it, and it hardly seems possible it's already Monday morning again. Let's see what there is out there worth reading as we gear up for the week ahead.
Why is it that when I read articles in which people rant about how much they hate Quentin Tarantino, the subtext is inevitably about how Tarantino didn't do what they wanted him to do with his career? Although I think it's ridiculous to pan a movie based on a single teaser trailer, I'm not going to bash the guy for it. But what does disturb me about this sort of a rant is the implication that Tarantino owes anyone a different kind of movie than the kind he's making. I know people who complain that what he's making now is totally disconnected from his "early great movies" like "Reservoir Dogs" or "Pulp Fiction." I don't think that's true or especially fair. Tarantino's in an enviable position, where he's been able to follow his particular whims as an artist without any restraint, and whether you like the results or not isn't the point. They're his interests. These are the films that he feels like he has to make. In the end, all you can judge is whether or not he pulled off the art that interested him, not whether or not he lived up to your particular wants for his career. When did we stop reviewing what an artist actually does versus what we wish he would do?
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