having picked up the lastest re-issue of Eat My Dust, I can safely say that Tarantino has zero clues onto how to pay tribute to anything except his ego.
His Psycho moment lasted three times as long as the real one. Did I really need to see a scene about a guy at a Zippy Mart who sells Italian Vogue? Riveting Cinema! This film should have been chopped down to an hour and it would have been a medium level episode of "Masters of Horror."
His Psycho moment lasted three times as long as the real one. Did I really need to see a scene about a guy at a Zippy Mart who sells Italian Vogue? Riveting Cinema! This film should have been chopped down to an hour and it would have been a medium level episode of "Masters of Horror."