Obviously this is what I’m doing tonight. I made popcorn.
babes did you remember the WEBCAM that was set up in the coffin so that Nick’s teammates could experience maximum angst over watching him suffering. Quentin….hello what, Quentin!
In conclusion: LOTS of good good soapy drama in this Tarantino two-parter, had a very enjoyable time with my popped corn and a glass of The Last Word. Could there be a funnier family nickname to use in a tense emotional situation than Pancho? Hardly. Conversely, the re-revelation that his team affectionally calls him Nicky came 50% of the way to quicksanding me for one fragile moment before I got a hold of myself. (Nicky though)
Mostly, I am *deeply inspired* by processing evidence related to one of your own guys, extremely tasty, and I really do gotta give big ups to QT’s loopy b&w autopsy scene hallucination, that was enlightened tbh.
“Would you like to do the Y incision?”
“Well YYYYY not!”