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I'm going this weekend.
I've been touting this film for two years, and when it was finally completed and slated for release, I was ecstatic. Well, as ecstatic as I can be, which is often mistaken for mild interest.
Anyway, they started running the commercials and I pointed it out to my Unc, who is a curmudgeon. He made a couple disinterested "meh" noises, and might have brandished his cane at the television, had he owned one. Then the reviews began, and he had to break his code of omerta and begin asking questions.
Five stars, glittering reviews, a cinematic masterpiece, his best work ever, they can stop making WW2 films now. What the fuck is this shit!? he growled at me, buried within a cookie-crumb encrusted cardigan, shaking a rumpled newspaper in my direction, as if I was somehow responsible for this damnable offense to his predictable world. His mind was whirling with words like "grindhouse" and "epic" and they would not fit together with the fawning accolades of the oft-fickle literati, and somewhere within his minds eye, a visage of Quentin talking a mad garble made an appearance. He cast aside the printed offal with a disdain normally reserved for the gay clergy, and BSOD'd in his miserable chair for a while, pretending to work on his crossword puzzle.