Five Favorite Things... Tarantino #2
Of swords and hands - Kill Bill Are my tears due to the greatness of Kill Bill or the cumulative effect The Bride’s journey has had on me over the years or my having had kids of my own? After The Bride has triumphed over O-Ren Ishii – her greatest rival – in the falling snow, I’m unable to move. When Bill wonders if she knows her daughter is still alive, I weep. As The Bride follows her path of revenge towards Bill, she charts a classic trajectory of going after what she wants, first the wrong followed by the right way. Duels in wintery Japanese gardens are typical of what happens to heroes at the midpoint of their journeys, halfway to discovering the wrongness of their ways. For The Bride, it’s an empty, unsatisfying, false victory. Watching her beaten and bloodied figure collapse on a bench, her sword falling from her hand, I’m unable to move because I read her thoughts. O-Ren deserved to die, but not by having the top of her head sliced off from six feet away by a sharp...