I Don’t Get It

My parents are coming to town this week, so I was asking a couple people about potential shows to see. One theater maven correspondent had this to say about The Lieutenant Of Inishmore (which apparently is closing this weekend in any case): “Imagine Quentin Tarantino, onstage in full bloody glory, but without the depth and heart…it’s entertaining, but shallow.” Having sat down and watched both parts, I have to say that I think this is a fairly accurate description of Kill Bill; as he’s gained technical proficiency as a filmmaker, his soul seems to have gone missing, and if the Kill Bill movies have any reason to exist other than Tarantino’s desire to make clear that he’s seen an enormous number of shitty martial arts movies I couldn’t discern it. I guess the female-empowerment angle makes the interminable fight signs a little less dull than they would be otherwise, but…if any New Yorkers have recommendations for the legitimate thee-yater, feel free to leave them.

I actually have some positive discussions of recent (and, given how lax I’ve been) not-so-recent movies. In the meantime, however, I have it good authority that both Lee Siegel and his imaginary cat will be making an imminent public appearance at the next public party for Pajamas Media.