Kill Bill - Yesssssss!

Va-Va-Vivica!

I am so hyped about Kill Bill Vol. 2. The first movie turned me out. I love it. It was just the tonic I needed to come out of a funk that had lasted for about two weeks. There were so many good things about this movie. I had to tip my hat to Quentin Tarantino. My dick doesn't get hard for violence for violence sake, revenge themed films, or martial arts flicks, but this film was soooo funny, so aware of itself in a good way, filled with over-the-top performances, I couldn't help but giggle and cheer my through the entire film. I left thinking I could probably kick some Harlem ass and fantasized that I would be sabotaged by 88 killer assassins in front of my apartment. Oh, I was ready. Blood-thirsty even. Ready to carve up a few bodies and ship 'em back to their boss with a note that said, "Love Steven. Sleep lightly. You're next!"

I was geeked, hyped. I play the soundtrack at the gym and repreatedly strike at the air like I was a 7-year old. I play swords with my friend Rodney, and I beat him senselessly. I saw the movie twice and I plan to buy the DVD.

Vivica A. Fox was fly. See, we just don't give black actresses the opportunities they deserve. She shined. She's got chops. Fox's usual "hey, girl" performances in a score of black fluff films can lead you to believe that that's all she can do. Nope. Vivica probably represents a shitload of black actresses who can do all kinds of amazing things but since they do not get (or make) roles that stretch their skills, we generally get them as sex objects (see Dorothy Dandridge, Halle Berry), sexless matrons (Alfre Woodard), hip-hoppy kittens (Nia Long, Sanna Lathan), long-suffering mothers (think Esther Rolle), oversexed kooks (Monique), or sexless kooks (Whoopi Goldberg).

I never thought much of Uma Thurman until I saw The Truth About Cats and Dogs, which was kinda ridiculous because we are supposed to believe that Uma is a blonde bombshell and Janeane Garofalo is ugly, which she isn't, and that basically blows the premise of the movie, the ugly duckling syndrome. Anyway, back to Uma. She was fine in the film, and I also thought she was great in Henry and June. In Kill Bill, she is the ultimate killing machine. She takes herself so seriously (the character, that is) you BELIEVE that she can kill, like, half a continent and get away with it. I am going to see the sequel on opening night with a bunch of kooks called my posse, and I will give you my two cents later.

Oh, yeah, stay away from this woman. She will make you a slab.

Tuesday, April 13, 2004 @ 10:15 AM