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Never get in an argument over 70s cinema with Quentin Tarantino.

Even if you’re right, he knows far too much and could simply exhaust and impress you with his scholarship.

Reading this, you see why he’s succeeded at movies. He loves them. It’s in his bones.

What’s more he understands the unmentioned vulnerability of Hollywood: Tarantino knows good stories and he knows them at a level of craftsmanship.

Finally, I’d have liked more of his growing up. What he writes is strong, unvarnished, but more would’ve been better.

At some point, someone will write a book about QT’s lack of a father and his sublimation of that absence not just into cinema, but more interestingly into black culture and manhood.

I’m not that guy, but it’s interesting and obvious.

I mean there’s a reason he breaks from movie examinations and writes the whole last chapter about a black man that lived in his house and shared his love of movies.