I’m in a much more grounded place than when I wrote my last post. I apologize for dragging back into the light the thoughts of others that would have been better left in the dark from which they were spawned.
Part of my new mood is due to the total kick-assedness of Grindhouse. Rose McGowan was awesome in Planet Terror, but my admiration goes to (big surprise) Quentin Tarantino, who managed to take a girls-get-revenge movie and make it spectacular. The dialogue wasn’t as strong as it was in Pulp Fiction or Kill Bill. There were even some semi-funny/trying-too-hard references to Pulp Fiction thrown in. And, as usual, Tarantino’s cameos were hammy and cheesy (and probably any other breakfast sandwich reference one can come up with). Still, Kurt Russell pulled off the psychotic serial killer role with amazing ease, and the twist on his character at the end was perfect. Tarantino deftly split the movie into two separate stories, bound only by the thread of Kurt Russell and his Death Proof car, neatly dividing the film between the sad tale of the victims and the story of unflinching heroes who refused to be killed.
I can’t even explain just how much fun the whole experience was, with the flickering sound of movie reels, distressed film, funny-as-hell ‘previews’ (the pilgrim serial killer in Plymouth on “Thanksgiving” was hilarious). You just have to go see it.
But, the real reason for the elevation of my spirit comes from a more unlikely place — Steve Jobs, via his commencement speech for Stanford University grads in 2005. It kept me on track, reaffirmed the correctness of my decision to be here, doing this, just when outside events tried to shake me off.
I hope it gives the rest of you the same lift.