Quentin Tarantino sauntered onto celluloid in the mids as a Natural Born Thriller, the boy-man who was going to stab adrenaline straight into the heart of American cinema. He showed extreme cruelty in extreme close-up and — somehow — made the audience laugh with him through the screams. Born to a single mother in Los Angeles, he dropped out of school at sixteen, got a job at a video store, and marinated himself in the history of film. And as he took them in, they churned inside his brain — and spilled out, reassembled and regenerated, into a string of his own screenplays.
All you need to know is that I love movies and baseball. I write about both on a temporary medium known as the Internet. Twitter: rayderousse or unfilteredlens1 Go St. Louis Cardinals! Although I am known in these parts as a Quentin Tarantino hater, let me just emphasize that I think Tarantino is a unique stylist with a keen instinct for catchy dialogue.
The Basterds, lead by Lt. Aldo Raine soon cross paths with a French-Jewish teenage girl who runs a movie theater in Paris which is targeted by the soldiers. Everyone who is a film enthusiast knows who Quentin Tarantino is.