These movies always go off the rails when they try to have a complete plot. Take Trainwreck—it was funny for an hour or so, but then, UGH, they have to redeem the protagonist, and create dramatic tension that can be resolved, blehhhh.

Right. The screenplay's been available online for months now.

Nope!

It's just one more emblem of what a wack nerd he is.

Let me cure that up for you:

Seriously. If you didn't like QT's new 26-hour snooze fest, you must have WANTED to hate it!

Lol, funny, but when you're talking about Quintin Taratino's dialogue, the go-to metaphors inevitably involve lame shit in people's mouths.

You appreciate he's the one that decided to play JJ Leigh's continued physical abuse by men for laughs, right?

Isn't there a showing of Boondock Saints you should be at right now?

It's an Emperor Has No Clothes thing. QT ripped off the right sources when he made Dogs, but it's been an inexorable slide into autofellatio ever since. I cannot WAIT for him to fuck off.

Call us back when you graduate from college and then let us know how you feel about Tarantino.

Again, Quentin, we KNOW you love your own voice more than any other sound on the planet, so of course you think that protracted, unnecessary nonsense is wonderful. But it's not. It's shit, and so are you.

No, I'm hating on Tarantino for being a misogynistic fucknut. He and his fanboys are laughing at her getting beaten.

Shh, quiet down, Quentin, I'm sure they'll give you the money to make your 14-hour movie about the Comic Book guy.

We got it, Jack, you'll eat a poop out of Tarantino's butt and call it bread pudding.

Answer: because he's a self-indulgent prick. Next!

Whites only!

Except in the Chris Hemsworth's penis way.

Totally unnecessary hyperviolence and potentially the most misogynistic moment in cinema this century?

Right, but that's because you're a total idiot.