Not 'tard, not 'terd, but...

I could write today about the first anniversary of the King shooting and all my scattered feelings and recollections about it.

Or I could write about tonight's Hueneme School District board meeting re: budget cuts (for which, I've prepared a statement).

Or not.

I'd rather talk about Quentin Tarantino. I'm a fan. Not a rabid, OMG everything he does is gold fan, but a fan. Loved Pulp Ficton, liked Jackie Brown a lot, was quite frankly bored through much of Reservoir Dogs (sacrilege, I know) and his half of Grindhouse, and Kill Bill was a huge split decision for me (liked the first half [possibly because I spent some of my early childhood watching samurai flix in Japanese in Little Tokyo with Ma and Pa (those were the only kinds of movies Ma could get Pa to travel the hour it took to get there to see)], and was kinda bored by the second half [except for that killer Batman/Superman speech by Bill at the end]).

ANYWAY...

He has a new film... a WWII flck... his sort of homage to The Dirty Dozen...

[Uh, Quentin... enough with the homages already... Grindhouse, Kill Bill, even Jackie Brown to a certain extent... if you don't stop with these, people are going to begin to think you're a one trick pony, my man]

Inglorious Basterds

Nope. Not a typo. Not a misspelling. Get it? They're so tuff, they don't need no stinkin spellin, mon.

No, Quentin... it's not that funny. It's not cool enough, by half.

In fact, looking at this trailer, it IS a misspelling, because this looks like a

TURD

a big fiery pile of steaming excrement you're flinging onto the screens of my multiplex... sigh