Let me start with pasting part of a tribute I wrote on IG tonight: 18 years ago, I was working at my first job - at an AMC theatre in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania - when Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back came to town. I’d already been a big Kevin Smith fan for a few years by then, ever since a very awkward viewing of Chasing Amy with my mom and step dad (yikes). This man and his films (and his partner in…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
(Trigger warning for mentions of assault.)
I know Quentin Tarantino is a stubborn, puff-chested dude who would probably rebuke the notion that his first film after Harvey Weinstein’s takedown needed to be, in some way, a statement on those events, given the director’s place as one of the main beneficiaries of the Weinstein empire era. He may insist it’s just a sepia character study of an aging actor and his aging pal. But that doesn’t stop me from considering the…