Tarantino was born in Knoxville, Tennessee, the son of Tony Tarantino, an actor and amateur musician who was born in Queens, New York, and Connie McHugh, a nurse. Tarantino’s father is Italian American and his mother is of Irish and Cherokee ancestry. He was raised by his mother, as his parents separated before his birth. When he was two years old, he moved to Torrance, California and later to the Harbor City neighborhood where he went to Fleming Junior High School in Lomita and took drama classes. He attended Narbonne High School in Harbor City for his freshman year before dropping out of school at age 15, to attend an acting class full time at the James Best Theater Company in Toluca Lake.
At age 22 he worked at the Video Archives, a now-defunct video rental store in Manhattan Beach where he and fellow movie enthusiasts, including Roger Avary, discussed cinema and customer video recommendations at length. He paid close attention to the types of films people liked to rent and… read more
The more films you watch, the more nostalgia plays a part in your appreciation for Tarantino grows. If you loved him frm the beginning and he is the one that got you into cinema, you will continue to love him. For me and others who don't necessarily hold onto him like that, you realize just how much of a technician he is. He engineers entertaining films and they are most definitely entertaining - but only for a select few that appreciate films on a surface level as he does. He is experimental with tropes and archetypes to illustrate a mostly broad, safe worldview with the only distinction of abrasive language, humor, and violence to make it feel more risque than the subject matter truly is. While I do not hate him, I do not find his works deserving of such high merit when they are practically the same movie over and over again
He is *not* shallow just because he's got style. The lethal revelation to a respected comrade in "Reservoir Dogs?" The redemption and moral justice in "Pulp Fiction?" Two-sided, consequence-laden revenge in "Kill Bill?" The paradox of us watching Nazis butchered in a snuff film as they watch Allies butchered in a snuff film in "Inglourious Basterds?" Now, in what could be his greatest film, he's shown the horror of racism in a genre with a history of perpetrating it.