This is Quentin Tarantino’s The Dead Don’t Die. Jam-packed with celebrity friends, chock-full of references, completely self-indulgent, and yet with a solemn and sincere undercurrent of anxiety, insecurity, and the fear of running out of time. Definitely Tarantino’s slowest and most human film since Jackie Brown. And that’s what gives it so much heart.
A lot of people hate Quentin Tarantino for a lot of different reasons. While I am not one of those people, I understand and respect their…
A collage of dirt roads and concrete freeways, of blue skies and green neon, of bedrooms in LA suburbs and brothels in downtown Houston. Underneath this landscape runs a sinister current of anger, grief, memory, and mental illness.
This is Wim Wender’s world. We’re just living in it.