Kill Bill-Volume 1 | Lost in Translation

Kill Bill-Volume 1 | Lost in Translation

Kill Bill-Volume 1 has brought Quentin Tarantino his usual reviews: the man is a genius, the man is a schlockmeister, the man is a virtuoso of postmodernism, the man is a purveyor of slickly made junk gussied up as art. May I toss in one more opinion? The man is a boy. Which is a way of saying that Tarantino is a sincere artist but a stunted one.

Essentially, Kill Bill is a multimillion-dollar inflation of the cheesy, chop-socky...

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Richard Alleva has been reviewing movies for Commonweal since 1990.