Friday night I watched Kill Bill Vol.2 and I gotta say, pretty much snoresville. I just don't fucking get it, this Tarantino guy. I think he's completely full of shit.
Lest you think I'm a big dope who can't appreciate a slow-moving flick without a shitload of explosions and titties, know this: Right after KB:V2 (mercifully) ended, I flipped to Encore or something where Winged Migration had just begun, and I spent the next 90 minutes enraptured by the spectacular footage of birds flying south.
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