Ah, the salad days

For the record: Uwe Boll movies suck

It feels good to get a real hate on again.

I haven’t felt this invigorated since I (unsuccessfully) tried to goad Uwe Boll into challenging me to a fight on Twitter.

Like, Tarantino outright steals from obscure movies (one example: the cheeky intentional misspelling of Inglorious Bastards), and then acts like people don’t understand homage when he’s called out for lifting ideas. Seriously, he is to film what people always said Dane Cook was to stand up.

All is well here. How are you doing up in the northern Hinterlands?

Seriously, instead of defending anyone Tarantino maligns, just lean in on that walking yeast infection himself.

And that’s to say nothing of how he thinks he’s special because he read some liner notes in some old records. Quentin Tarantino is some overrated asshole who has opinions on everything, regardless of whether he knows shit about the topic.

Motherfucker acts like he’s God’s gift to cinema because he watched Conrad Veidt silent films or some shit.

I know this is a story that’s a couple weeks old, but it still boggles my mind. Tarantino is the amalgamation of all the worst traits of the worst Blockbuster Video clerks you could imagine. Fuck that guy.

Unless this also has an opera singing poor man’s John Wayne Gacy in a Lite-Brite suit, it isn’t worth it.

DK Metcalf proves there’s only so much an elite WR can do when a washed up QB is under duress due to a shit offensive line.