ON WATCHING AN INTERVIEW WITH QUENTIN TARANTINO

Safely from his armchair he mentions
Oscars, plots, amusement in blood and gore,
'The choreography of violence' -
And so, to applause from the studio floor,
Makes a mockery of actual experience.

Back in his multi-million dollar mansion
Let him once be robbed, gagged, pistol-whipped
And he might not find violence such fun;
Just a punch could make him eat his scripts,
That 'choreography' turned serious bullshit -
Any number of 'Reservoir Dogs' or 'Pulp Fictions'
Swoppable for one shot from 'Mary Poppins',
Some knife-free and gunless dance sequence
From 'My Fair Lady', a song of Gershwin's...

Martin Wilmot Bennett

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