BLOATED MOMENTS with Quentin Tarantino

So I was on vacation and decided for some unknown reason to pick up a N.Y. Times which had a Tarantino piece about INGLORIOUS BASTERDS,  where he described the difficulty he had casting the role of Hans Landa. He auditioned numerous actors but they “didn’t get my poetry. I literally had to consider I might have written an unplayable part.”

Wow. I really have nothing against the guy but jeez. Surely he realizes what a fop he sounds like. I just wish the guy would quit telling everyone how clever and awesome he is. This is as douchey as when he sent the screenplay of DEATHPROOF to Bob Dylan because of the “poetry of his dialog”. Enough with the poetry. Now he’s up there with Jim Morrison as far as being a bloated clown declaring himself a poet. You think Sam Fuller or Budd Boetticher went on and on yammering about “their poetry”? Reminds of some high school Sad Sack with a composition book filled with their crappy poems where they feel sorry for themselves because everyone is so mean. I bet John Ford or John Huston didn’t go on about poetry and unplayable parts.

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