Just watched Kill Bill Vol. 2 last night. Good news is that you don't really need to watch the first one to appreciate Vol. 2. Tarantino's loving lens casts his muse, Uma Thurman, in such a loving light that the Bride's quest for revenge becomes our own. As Bud (Michael Madsen) put it, "she deserves her revenge, and we deserve to die." Such inevitability has you waiting to see how the Bride emerges from the direst circumstances, including one where she was bound and buried alive. The film is not without its humourous moments, despite its foreboding trepidation. It was almost poetic the way Elle (Daryl Hannah) dies. With the Bride's shi fu Pai Mei having already relieved Elle of one eye, the Bride then takes the other one out with the Tiger Crane, leaving Elle to grope around Bud's trailer, seeking redemption in the swift justice of the black mamba. And so the video game progressed, with the Bride moving irresistably on to meet Bill (David Carradine of Kung-Fu fame). Won't spoil the plot for you, but what happens is not your usual last-man-standing slugfest. It sure seemed that way as Uma strode into the hotel with a Hattori Hanzu sword (that's "sord", not "sWod") strapped to her back. What happens next is a time of unexpected closure, and an eventually bloodless conclusion.

Sounds good so far? Well some giggly girls sure spoiled the show, laughing at the most inappropriate moments (read: every scene). I mean, for goodness sake. If you can't appreciate QT at face value then go watch Starsky and Hutch to fill your cerebral vacuum or something . Sheesh. Tarantino's ode to the kungfu movies of the time of Gordon Liu, with unapologetically abrupt zoom-ins, turned out to be inexplicably ticklish to said giggly girls. QT would squirm if he knew his precious toil was being thrown like pearls to swine.