Saw the season finale of CSI just now, my last encounter with Grissom and gang for a while. Can't believe I had been watching the show for 5 years! (The time has been well spent.) Tarantino wasn't too bad, I expected a whole lot more violence and gore with any outfit under his helmsmanship, but hey, I think he treated the "Grave Danger" episode with sensitivity and tact. The pacing was a slow but steady build-up to accommodate the suspense and claustrophobia to span a 2-hour plot. Think Tarantino really grew up - you don't need overt violence to state a point.
There was one part that was stolen from Silence of the Lambs (which every other director has tried to reproduce ever since) - where Warrick and Catherine furiously dig the earth where they suspect Nick had been buried. Then it cuts to the buried Nick responding to crackling sounds from his plexiglass coffin. The scene cuts back to W & C unearthing a glass coffin... only to find a dead dog in it, while Nick was still in his buried location fighting the cracks in his coffin made by pressure from the ground. Done to death, but it worked here.
Everytime I finish watching a movie or a tv program I particularly like, I ask myself, "Woman, what are you doing languishing here???? Why aren't you writing scripts and producing movies????"
Oh, I dunno...
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