In a time where entertainment is right at the fingertips of the individual, it’s simple to get lost in shows or movies on television or by streaming services.. For me, I spent a good chunk of my summer binging on the movies of the great Quentin Tarantino. 

     My fascination and absolute absorption in Tarantino movies started right before the summer when I saw the trailer for Once Upon A Time In Hollywood. Seeing the amount of star power with Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Margo Robbie, and even Al Pacino paired up with the ramble of guitar in Los Bravos’ Bring a Little Loving, got my attention and reeled me in. I knew I just had to see it. 

      Before I saw Tarantino’s ninth film, I figured I would get familiarized with his style of directing. So I started innocently enough by watching what many feel is his best piece of work, Pulp Fiction. By the time the movie was over, I was blown away. His unique decisions for how the film is layed out, the fluidity of the characters’ dialogue, and the perfect music to set the tone gave it such a rush that my addiction can only be compared to that of the vapers smoking away in Eastern’s bathrooms. 

      Not long after, I was searching through Netflix and On Demand to find the next Quentin Tarantino pieces I could get a hold of. After seeing Brad Pitt fight Nazis in Inglorious Bastards, I went to Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. Next, Django Unchained. Then, Jackie Brown. By the  time I was finished, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood finally came out and I was foaming at the mouth to watch. 

      I texted some of my friends and planned seeing the star studded movie at the AMC Voorhees theatre. Again, Tarantino had worked his magic. The mix of big names, quality shot selection, and a stellar soundtrack made Tarantino’s love letter to Hollywood a hit in my books. I thought it was so good, I went to see it again with my family a few weeks later. 

       What was odd about the movie was the torn reception from the viewers. It seemed like you either loved it or hated it. From the first viewing with my friends, some thought it was great while others found the plot hard to follow. Much of the same was felt when my family saw it together. My dad and my sister hated it, while my mom and I loved it. 

       Even though there were varying opinions on how the movie was, if Bruce Lee was disrespected, or if Tarantino’s direction of plot made sense, that didn’t matter to me. I loved it and quite frankly could watch another hour of the DiCaprio Pitt pairing try to make another breakthrough in the ever so changing world of Hollywood. 

       Binging shows and movies is something of the norm now for people around the world and I am no exception. Spending hours watching Quentin Tarantino’s pieces of art was extremely entertaining. The best part is, it is not over yet. There are still some to be seen. The next on the list, Reservoir Dogs.