A TV reporter asked Django Unchained creator Quentin Tarantino how he’s so sure that there’s no link between enjoying movie violence and enjoying real violence.
Tarantino could have replied, “Because movies are illusion. Mine, especially, is a satirical riff, a romp, a ride, with some self-conscious excess included. No one with even half their marbles would watch that and then go shoot someone because of it. And let’s face it, my fellow Italian Michael Musto grew up watching Psycho and Rosemary’s Baby and he never killed anyone in the shower or fucked the devil! As far as I know!”
But he didn’t say that.
He snarled, “Don’t ask me a question like that. I’m not biting. I refuse your question. I’m not your slave and you’re not my master.”
And furthermore: “You can’t make me dance to your tune. I’m not a monkey!”
So to get an answer to a serious if potentially misguided question, a reporter must be the master and the auteur groveling in shackles? Maybe Quentin’s watched his own movie too many times.
And yet, I’m a little proud that he wouldn’t dignify the reactionary line of thought.