Dan Friedman
No Pulp, p.4

In time, and with loud championing, Joyce's work demonstrated to a wider public a new way to think about literature that could incorporate a broader cultural output than had been possible previously. This Joycean model of intertextuality - in the context of cinema - is Tarantino's aim, and, in terms of virtuosic appropriation and redeployment of the elements of music, costume, set, choreography, and character, it seems as though he achieves it. Rather than the model of Ulysses, Tarantino builds upon a Medea-like Thurman and harnesses her to bushido - a modern warrior code every bit as crippling as the classical fates. He does this with such aplomb that the film has the sense of epic even as it deadens the emotions and parades its roots in Kung Fu and blaxploitation flicks.

For better or for worse, Kill Bill wants to deny that films are primarily about depth. Critics like Denby are right to complain that they "feel nothing" upon leaving the theatre - but that is not a relevant critique of the film. As the film is neither a documentary nor a social critique it chooses to obey only one of the Aristotelian imperatives of drama: to delight and instruct. Film is neither sentimental instruction nor moral teaching. It is film, and as such, Tarantino thinks it only needs to be "delightful". Do we ask what we "learned" or "felt" from a delicious ice-cream sundae?

The trouble is that the film falls between these different aims. The delight it gives is a dry appreciation of the film auteur rather than the gut enjoyment of the mise-en-scene. At the same time as it proves the interconnectedness of cinema while redeeming chosen overlooked genres and aesthetics, it empties them of their context. We are left admiring the swirl of the vanilla rather than its flavour. Now, I have heard, and argued against, similar reasoning used by opponents of hiphop and other styles of musical sampling. Yet unlike the successes of those art forms, here Tarantino neither succeeds in updating the quoted genres nor in doing anything with the recontextualization of the allusions.

Although it is exciting to see a major film reject the crass sentimentalism that seems to be driving the third sections of Lord of the Rings, The Matrix, and Star Wars the statement Kill Bill makes is not broad enough. The surface that it presents proves nothing more than the possibility of its own existence as a part of a cinematic continuum. It's beautiful, but it's a dead end.


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