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by Uri Dowbenko

Kill Bill: Disney's Bloody Gore Fest

Kill Bill: Disney's Bloody Gore Fest

      Quentin Tarantino's 'Kill Bill' is so stupid, so empty and so pointless that it could even give nihilism a bad rep. It's a bloody gore fest full of blood flying, blood spraying, blood spurting, chopped-off arms, hacked-off legs, headless bodies, and endless sword fights, set to cheesy 1970s soundtrack music. Sound like fun?

      Questions remain. What possessed Satanic-wannabe Quentin Tarantino to make this piece-o-crap called 'Kill Bill'? What possessed Miramax sleazoids Harvey and Bob Weinstein to spend $55 million to finance it? What possessed the phoney family value shills at MPAA to give this an R rating? And what possessed Disney suits to even release this complete waste-of-film-stock?

      I know, I know, it's the built-in Cult of Death factor. Tarantino's ugly revenge fantasy 'Kill Bill' is a paean to the Angels of Death, masquerading as entertainment, but is it evil? His cheap, white-cracker, trailer-trash ass bets you the price of admission, you won't know till you lay your money down.

      'Kill Bill' is the 21st century version of the Grand Guignol, gory special effects meant to titillate and shock. And ultimately bore. Hatchet in the head. A plank full of nails in the eye. At the end, the Uma Thurman girl-assassin character says, "Leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me." The restaurant's full of severed arms and legs and heads. Sound like fun?

      Tarantino fancies himself as a Herschel Gordon Lewis for the Lobotomized Generation, a gore-meister for the Gen-X Blood Feast of other disenfranchised geeks like himself.

      Uma Thurman, whose father Robert Thurman is a "Buddhist scholar" has a line in which she says, "It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack." Kuan Yin will be thrilled. Other Satanic Zen sayings include a voiceover like "Kill whoever is in the way, even if it's the Lord God or Buddha himself." Evidently nothing is too wild for the end of the Kali Yuga.

      Evidently Thurman's character was repeatedly raped while she was comatose. Sound like fun?

      In another sequence, a young girl watches as her mother is murdered in her own kitchen. The Uma Thurman character then drives off in bright yellow pickup truck with 'Pussy Wagon' painted on the back.

      'Kill Bill' is the twisted expression of an arrested emotional and mental development. It's splatter-punk pornography for 14-year old boys, who don't understand psychological warfare or mind control.

      Tarantino's other grossly over-rated movies include the chronologically scrambled Reservoir Dogs (1992) (who can forget the chopped off ear?) Pulp Fiction (1994) (more hitmen with bloodbaths) and Jackie Brown (1997). Meanwhile the unexplainable idol worship of Tarantino grew to near mythic status.

      And what's happening in the real world? At the same time 'Kill Bill' is released. Faux "Christian" Pat Robertson publicly pronounces that the State Department should be nuked. Faux "conservative" Rush Limbaugh admits to being a hillbilly heroin junkie, And faux 'President' George Bush keeps lying about the War In Iraq, while body bags of dead twenty-somethings are flying back to the United States daily and the suicide rate of depressed US soldiers rises to unprecedented levels.

      So what's the real purpose of 'Kill Bill'? This is the movie they'll use in CIA mind control torture sequences when they you strap you down, shoot you full of drugs and make you watch 'Kill Bill.' It will desensitize you in no time. Maybe they'll even make you watch it when you join the Army.

      "If you was a moron, you could almost admire it," says a Texas cop looking at the carnage of the murdered wedding party in the movie.

And sure enough, Time Magazine's in house moron Richard Corliss wrote a review which gushes at Tarantino's bad boy geek persona, "There's a daring, exhilarating spirit to the fights too," he writes. "These are gory production numbers, immediate but also abstract...Even the arcs of blood have the propulsion of crimson choreography."

      "Immediate but also abstract?" "Propulsion of crimson choreography?"

      Puh-leez. Corliss is so erudite and sophisticated Bet he can't wait for the remake of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

      And Quentin Tarantino? I ain't no psycho-pathologist, baby, but this is one sick puppy. Stay clear.


Copyright © 2003 Uri Dowbenko. All Rights Reserved.

* Uri Dowbenko is a media analyst and the author of "Bushwhacked: Inside Stories of True Conspiracy" -- not to be confused with that leftover left-winger Molly Ivin's book of the same name. "Bushwhacked" by Dowbenko is available in Borders and Barnes & Noble stores nationwide. His forthcoming book of movie reviews is called "Hoodwinked: Watching Movies With Eyes Wide Open." He can be reached at

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