Just because I'm feeling argumentative, I'm going to continue this. Quentin Tarantino is a psychotic little boy who pays other people to skin his squirrels
for him. He then films it, splices it in random places, and makes millions of dollars from people who I will never understand.
I cannot listen to "stuck in the middle with you" without remembering that dreadful film and feeling dirty from the recollection of having actually watched that filth.
Mind you, it's not the gore that gets me. It's not the grime, blood, guts, or even the piercing screams. It's the utter pointlessness of it all. He makes movies that serve no purpose other than to provide him with more on-screen suffering to cackle that weird little laugh of his at. Art? I suppose it's art, in the same way that Andres Serrano's work is art. It's art because it exists only to prove that the artist had the freedom and ability to make something terrible and get people to kiss his feet for it. It is the physical depiction of complete freedom of speech.
I have not yet been able to fathom why so many people revere him the way that they do, and I pride myself on being able to understand the reasoning behind viewpoints I don't agree with.
I don't like Tarantino's films, and I don't like Tarantino. Simple as that.