The Hateful Eight, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love Quentin Tarantino
I wish I knew how to quit you, Quentin. I mean Jesus, look at you. Back when I was in college, I flirted with the possibility of becoming a professional film critic. I started writing insipid movie reviews for the college newspaper and dreamt of a future in which I could be seen or heard...
GET CHOMPED