Quentin Tarantino, or "QT" as Sam Jackson calls him (we call him summer squash big-head), is about as pagan as he is talented a film director/film geek. Who can forget the Bikini magazine photo spread where he keeps it real, sipping on a 22-ouncer of high-gravity malt liquor St. Ides? Then there was that truly disturbing incident where he sort of abused the power of directorship for the purposes of injecting ambitious young actresses with syringes. Here he talks about his loving portrayals of women's feet -- a Quentinism -- on camera. From ArtForum:
"One glance at the guide to the dozen or so venues for Provincetown’s Tenth Annual International Film Festival and I felt lost at sea ... At a reception that evening held in the Schoolhouse Gallery, director John Waters caught up with artist Marlene McCarty, while dynamo festival artistic director Connie White greased all the logistical and social cogs. (A party a night is no small feat.) Topping off the weekend was an awards ceremony in Provincetown’s high school auditorium, which spilled over into a makeshift simulcast room in a darkened cafeteria downstairs. I arrived after actress Jane Lynch received the Faith Hubley Memorial Award but in time to catch Quentin Tarantino, honored with the 'Filmmaker on the Edge' prize, ' in Tarantino movies were evidence of a foot fetish. 'No,' Tarantino replied. 'That’s just good filmmaking.'"
And more QT:
"As fans surrounded Tarantino, I couldn’t help but recall his response to another question earlier that day. When asked, 'What’s the best gift a fan has ever given you?' the filmmaker responded: 'Pussy. It’s a gift that doesn’t stop giving: There’s pussy, and there’s the memory of pussy.' And, unfortunately, there’s the memory of Tarantino remembering said pussy."
'Cause he's a classy guy.
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