August 21, 2009
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Are you kidding me?
Contrary to popular opinion, I am well-versed in the ways of the Hollywood propaganda machine. When a movie is released, you have to expect a certain level of promotion, be it television, radio, or print. That said, there is a point when the media blitz becomes a cinematic glory hole: The director and/or cast insert their collective penis, and the entertainment outlets line up to get a little drip from the proverbial tip. Entertainment Weekly pop culture scribe Chris Nashawaty has been waxing intellectual about Quentin Taraninto all week in preparation for the director's upcoming World War II epic Inglourious Basterds. You may have heard of it. And while I certainly cannot claim that the Pulp Fiction director hasn't left a huge impression on the film industry as a whole, this professional hack's literary hand job is almost too much to digest. I'm not sure how much the magazine was compensated for this prime example of calculated fanboy worship, but the kickbacks must have been extremely impressive. It's been a long time since I've read something as pretentious and conceited as Nashawaty's article, which purports that independent cinema would be a dead, buried, and all but forgotten had Tarantino not come traipsing down the reservoir. Newsflash: If it wasn't Quentin, it would have been someone else. Guaranteed. Yes, Tarantino is a very talented individual, but stopping short of labeling him a celluloid messiah is downright ridiculous. Good job plugging the movie EW; I'm sure Nashawaty has his next promotional fluff piece already lined up. I await his next endeavor with baited breath. Hooray for Hollywood...?
Check out the article in question right here.
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