The Audio World of Tarantino

Let’s just be honest with ourselves for one minute. Why do we watch Tarantino films? To be uncomfortable voyeurs while Quentin has a bit of a crotch stroke while focusing on the feet of every female in his films? *awkward* Is it because we truly enjoy watching Vince and Jules pick brain off the back seat of their car? Ooh ooh, I know. It’s because we love seeing all the main guys in suits with white shirts and black ties. NO, wait. It’s because we love the hammy acting that ol’ Quent subjects us to each and every movie with his little cameo.

Actually folks, it’s the audio world. With dialogue like this: Jungle Julia: [to Arlene] ‘What about “kinda cute, kinda hot, kinda sexy, hysterically funny, but not funny-looking guy who you could fuck” did you not understand?’ who could resist? With artists like Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich mentioned (say it five times fast) by gorgeous women, the end result is molasses dripping into your ears. How about Stuntman Mike’s sudden and loud explanation of his book? See video. That Mongoloid shit is scary.*

The music. Who could resist the music? Tarantino puts together the best soundtracks ever. Johnny Cash, The Coaster (vid), Urge Overkill, The Statler Brothers, Stealers Wheel are just a few of the amazing artists who get mashed together into some Aural Nirvana. Each movie is a Utopia for your Eustachian tubes, making Tarantino the God of magical realism.

Magical realism is an aesthetic style in which magical elements or illogical scenarios appear in an otherwise realistic or even “normal” setting. What better way to describe the world that Tarantino builds for us, where women who are not “beautiful” become so through grooming and chutzpah and raw sexuality? *ladies, this is a hint* A world where there is always a perfect soundtrack just waiting for that quarter to be slipped into the jukebox in order to bring it to life? A world that looks like the 60s/70s/80s but where everyone has cellphones.

Did I mention the mothertrucking cars? OMG, if the women are there to titillate the men, then I have all the American muscle I need in order to make me happy. People, if you have an old car, take damn good care of it. Why? Because it will get you laid. Tarantino seldom uses modern cars, as they simply lack the sex appeal. Yeah, an Italian sports car bought midlife crisis-style will get you laid, but only because we want your money. If you’re rolling Chevy heavy, I guarantee you will attract much more awesome women, with many more awesome skills. Furthermore, these gorgeous hunks of horsepower add to the aural fantasy of any Tarantino film. Pulling away in an 8-cylinder car from the 70s just sounds better.

For your pleasure, I have included a video that shows several things – the speech, the music, the foot fetish, the dialogue. Alas, not the cars…but you can find that for yourself…

*These are all from Death Proof (2007)


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