Hey 3.5 movie buffs.
The New York Times interview of Uma Thurman is a must read for fans of 1990s cinema. Alas, our darling Uma, who wowed us as the foxy Mia Wallace, with those two fingers being dragged across her face in that song and dance routine, was, alas, also having to deal with Hollywood uber perv Harvey Weinstein.
I’ll let you read the sordid details but alas, she was perved upon by the Harv-ster and perved upon big time.
Meanwhile, when I saw that the article also talks about Tarantino, my heart sank. Tarantino is an inspiration for any 1990s kid who wanted to be a writer. He is, after all, the writer who told us all that it’s ok to not start your story at the beginning. You can start at the end or even in the middle. Give us the big ending up front then show us how it all happened. Here’s some candy up front, but now you’ll have to eat your dinner.
Tarantino has always been very eccentric, almost kind of manic in the over energetic way he speaks, plus I mean, all of his movies are blood and sex galore so I was like, “Ugh…yeah he’s like my writing hero so please I hope he didn’t do anything pervy but oh God, he does fit the pervy profile and…..”
Anyway, SPOILER ALERT, he’s not alleged to be a pervert. Uma, however, says on the set of Kill Bill, he made her drive an unsafe car that wasn’t put together well and despite warnings the car was unsafe, she was required to drive it and it ended up in a big crash that left her with life long knee damage.
We’re in a sorry state of affairs when you’re like, “Oh thank God my writing hero Quentin isn’t a shameful pervert, he’s just an overzealous, totally negligent jerk who put a good shot over a human being’s safety.”