At the Atlantic, Siddhartha Mahanta writes about he subtle humanity of Tarantino’s body of work, especially Reservoir Dogs: Rather than just becoming a splatter artist forever worshipping at the altar of camp, Tarantino has long wanted us to know whether his cartoonish killers and tragic heroines prefer crunchy or creamy, how the bad guys wile away the… Read More Why I Can’t Quit Quentin Tarantino