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Originally Posted by Claire
I have a feeling opening night will be a big geek convention......sigh. Perhaps I can get my husband to stay home, so I can find a skinny guy in a faded t-shirt with astigmatism and perfect teeth, dirty shoes, floppy hair and who has memorized most of the dialogue in any given Tarantino flick (points for True Romance's alternate endings) who is willing to act out an Antonio Banderas/Salma Hayek scene in some seedy little cafe while we drink cold coffee and discuss about our mutual dreams to have down and dirty monkey love with Tarantino on the set of From Dusk to Dawn while Rodriguez films and Salma Hayek voice-overs. What. Of course my dream geek is GAY!! Hello?
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I will most likely be seeing this opening night by myself, just as soon as I get out of work. Sometimes, when I want to see a movie this badly, I don't want to deal with the possibility of loving it while the people I'm with hate it, or hating it while my friends love it. I do love chatting about films, but sometimes when it's just a wee too close to my heart, I chose to see certain movies on my own. So I can just enjoy it or hate it...on my own.
I was on a date seeing Bubba-Ho-Tep (YES!), and Tarantino was in the audience, also on a date I presumed. My date was a huge Tarantino buff and shot a load off in his pants, whispering far too loudly about how he was sitting behind us and Oh His God, and look, look, look, which I refused to do. I do not gawk at celebrities. I look at them with sideways glances and slanted eyes, and pretend I don't care a fig about them. Because, usually, aside from seeing them, I don't care. I just want to ogle. I mean, I don't know Quentin Tarantino. So why should I care that he's sitting behind us. It was enough for me to, at the end of the film, turn around to leave and see him as I put on my jacket.
See him staring right at me. Ogling ME. A good long hard stare. It was unnerving.
I can only conclude that he fell madly in love with me because of my beauty and my evident lack of interest.
I bet he still thinks about that disinterested girl, so cool and collected, so adorable in her date clothes, who obviously has fantastic taste going to see Bubba-Ho-Tep and all. Le sigh. Where is she now, he wonders.
I'm here, Quentin! I'm right here! And I LOVED Kill Bill!!!!!! What a wonderful love story!