I just finished watching the two-parter episode of CSI called "Grave Danger".

I kind of thought that Quentin Tarantino was dead to me after he insulted my grandfather's unit by having a FSSF patch on one of the guys in that disgusting, gratuitous Nazi-clubbing scene in Inglourious Basterds.  I turned that movie off after the scene with Mike Myers as I was thinking, is this supposed to be bad?  Is this supposed to be painfully unpleasant and somehow boring and revolting at the same time?

He really fooled me with sharp, snappy and morally desolate films like Pulp Fiction and Resevoir Dogs.  And I loved Four Rooms, although I realized early on that the main reason that agonizingly funny last scene builds so perfectly to such an apocalyptically funny conclusion is that you just wish there would be a payoff for listening to ol' Quentin, wishing that he would shut the fuck up.

"If you don't like it, don't watch it!"  Go fuck yourself.  You know we can't stop watching it.  And that is why people like you, if you ever tire of waking up in a pile of money and blow and women, should consider taking a vow of poverty, chastity and silence to contemplate what you've unleashed on the human race.  Shame on you.