Thursday, March 24, 2016
It quickly became clear to me in thinking about Tarantino that in order to truly reckon with his late career, one would need to undertake a serious examination of exploitation cinema. That means a long, hard look at the dynamics of sexualized violence, at the meanings of gore, at the emancipatory possibilities of revenge. That means watching Ilsa She-Devil of the SS and I Spit on Your Grave. Another time maybe.