Thursday, May 27, 2004

To truly appreciate a movie like Sheba, Baby, it's best to be Quentin Tarantino, or at the very least a kind of all-out movie-movie-movie nut who believes that real movies are found off the beaten path, in what is sometimes called non-mainstream cinema, which are by their very nature more raw and energetic and alive than the usual pre-processed Hollywood sandwich meat. As the rest of us know, this is not always so, and it is definitely not so in this case. Pam Grier is certainly watchable, but when she made this she was mostly just a phenomenal beauty with a terrific rack, which doesn't compensate for the non-direction, the non-script, or the non-acting. Sorry, Quentin -- it's a bore.

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