Un article sur le réalisateur de plus imaginatif et brillant de cette génération: Quentin Tarantino.
Comment parler du cinéma dans ce qu'il a de créatif, de brillant, d'inventif et de flamboyant sans évoquer Tarantino, jeune réalisateur devenu en cinq films véritable icône mêlant provocation et ironie avec une immense subtilité.
Tarantino, la petite brise fraîche du cinéma, celle qui vient délicieusement bousculer nos habitudes, et nous entraîner avec ivresse vers des chefs d'oeuvres d'ingéniosité et d'humour noire.
Et l'on se délecte de toutes ses manies, ses touches personnelles, que ce soit son plaisir à créer une ambiance décalée par le choix de musiques opposées aux scènes se déroulant, ou sa fidélité pour certains acteurs devenus ses emblèmes, tels Uma Thurman, Micheal Madsen, Samuel L Jackson et quelques autres, ou son bonheur à melanger les genres: bandes dessinées, exagération de l'intrigue, utilisation d'effets très spéciaux (tel les jets de sang).
Et puis toutes ces répliques rentrées dans la légende: (pour les vrais fans):
-And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in Paris?
-They don't call a Quarter wither cheese in Paris?
-No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
-Then, what do they call it?
-They call it "a Royale with cheese".
-A Royal with cheese! And what do they call a Big Mac?
-A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac"
(Pulp Fiction)
-As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time!
(Kill Bill)
-Any of you fuckin pricks move and I'll execute every mother fuckin last one of ya.
(Pulp fiction)
-I've kept you alive for two reasons. And the first reason is information.
-Burn in hell, blonde bitch! I'll tell you nothing!
-But I am gonna ask you questions. And every time you don't give me answers, I'm gonna cut something off. And I promise you, they will be things you will miss.
-As I said before, I've allowed you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. And the second reason is so you can tell him in person everything that happened here tonight. I want him to witness the extent of my mercy by witnessing your deformed body. I want you to tell him all the information you just told me. I want him to know what I know. I want him to know I want him to know. And I want them all to know they'll all soon be as dead as O-Ren.
Tarantino, de loin un de mes réalisateurs préferés.
