Anybody see CSI?
Quentin Tarantino directed the season finale tonight. It was classic Tarantino. Lots of guts, a guy tortured in a hideous way, with a catchy Southwestern lounge music soundtrack. There were also small bits of pop culture candy. Two characters play a board game based on the Dukes of Hazzard. So cool.
The actors seemed a bit out of character and didn’t quite know what to do with extra dialogue. It must be a bitch to act instead of highlighting some new high tech device. Their buddy was buried underground and slowly eaten by fire ants but that urgency didn’t get them to run about to find a solution.
Still, it was fun to Tarantino do his thing.
Apt. 11d 
Yeah, there were a lot of touches which didn’t quite mesh with the CSI’s usual style. But it was a killer episode, nonetheless. The hallucinated autopsy scene in the end, shot in black-and-white, was pure Tarantino. And I’m glad the whole kidnapping-and-burial plot turned on a fairly believable and straightforward case of perverse revenge; when I heard about the episode beforehand, I assumed that, once again, we were going to dealing with one of those criminals who, by the all-powerful will of the scriptwriter, just happens to be fabulously wealthy, incredibly intelligent and cultured, and of course hideously insane. I’m so tired of the Hannibal Lecter thing.
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