It’s been utterly dismaying to glimpse just how far Quentin Tarantino has fallen down Hollywood’s Social Liberal Hole. The director who brought gritty masculinity to the big screen with movies like Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction turns to be a prancing SJW showbiz-ite.
WTF gives? So disappointing.
And like all other Industry socially-aware engineers of behavior and propriety, Tarantino insists on regurgitating cultural histories ad nauseam despite the fact Hollywood’s big movie-makers have made franchises out of revisiting such tiresome historic tropes of American transgression again and again and again and again.
Cue beaten-down gentle Black giant, cue wronged Black citizen, cue poverty-stricken Black wretches, cue anything that has the monikers “victim” and “Black” and you have an ACTION, ROLL!. Spielberg and Hanks are on it, no surprises there. Wouldn’t expect anything less of them; but Tarantino?
Sigh. This town holds no surprises any longer.
Quentin Tarantino considers the Confederate flag the “American swastika” – and feels it’s “about damn time” people questioned its place in the American South.
His latest film, the Hateful Eight, is set a few years after the American civil war and puts the spotlight on strained race relations as a black Union soldier (Samuel L Jackson’s Maj Marquis Warren) is thrown together with former Confederate soldiers – Walton Goggins as a South Carolinian sheriff and Bruce Dern as a general.
Talk is cheap and racial platitudes suffuse the guilty White hearts with generational redemption. A bogus script, just like all human existence in Tinseltown.