The problem with a show that’s trying to be cool is that trying is never cool. It’s why Quentin Tarantino will never reach the heights of any of the directors he apes – Scorsese, Leone, Lynch, Godard, Fellini – he simply is trying too hard.
All this self-regarding, ‘The ninth film by Quentin Tarantino’ nonsense, as if each one is so precious and not B-movies drawn out to three hours by a man who still can’t believe he’s allowed to play on a movie set. But what’s worse is all the post-Tarantino directors trying hard to be the try-hard, like Guy Ritchie. And then you had all those Brit gangster films starring Danny Dyer trying to be Guy Ritche… and on it goes.
