Last year was an odd year for me. Very very odd.
I consider myself to be an avid Tarantino fan. However, I did not like Kill Bill at first. In fact, I thought it was kind of stupid.
A week later I theater hopped in to it by accident. For whatever reason, I fell in love with the Bride character and the action scenes. But most importantly, I heard the ripped off Morricone music again. I had not seen the Dollars trilogy prior to Kill Bill. I fell in love with the emotional music entirely.
Then things took a turn for the insane. I couldn't stop eating at Amalfi's, an Italian restaurant down the street. I cut class early to get lunch there. I watched nearly 40 movies that Morricone scored, nearly one tenth of all the films he's done. I started taking Italian lessons. I just couldn't stop!
Now, a year later, I saw Kill Bill Vol.2, and it's started again. I think I'm turning Italian, at least I think so. I'm becoming rather fluent in the language and I can't stop eating fucking ravioli! Nome de dio!
I talked to a family friend, and an Italian-American, Van. He was a little insulted at first that a pollock-kraut-jewmarican came to him telling him he was Italian. But now, he's kind of excited about it. This summer he's gonna take me to Sicily, his father's hometown.
Isn't this fucking weird how movies have this sort of effect on people?
Well, ciao.
