Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair, the recut version of Quentin Tarantino‘s Kill Bill Vol. 1 and Kill Bill Vol. 2, is in theaters for the twentieth anniversary. The Mary Sue sent me, intrepid reporter Leah Marilla Thomas, to watch it for the first time in this fashion.
That’s right. I had not seen Kill Bill Vol. 1 or Vol. 2 before this month. There’s no good explanation as to why. I was more or less a fan of the auteur growing up. I watched Pulp Fiction in film studies. Inglourious Basterds was a seminal theater-going experience for me in college. I’m a Django Unchained and Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood ending defender. If asked, I could explain how Tarantino’s reference-y dialogue changed film and television. But for whatever reason, this piece of millennial pop culture was not one of my own touchstones.
