Jackie Brown is my favorite Tarantino movie, by the way. I am sure all y’all wanted to know. This is why (from a Roger Ebert review).

This is the movie that proves Tarantino is the real thing, and not just a two-film wonder boy. It’s not a retread of “Reservoir Dogs” or “Pulp Fiction,” but a new film in a new style, and it evokes the particular magic of Elmore Leonard–who elevates the crime novel to a form of sociological comedy. There is a scene here that involves the ex-con Louis (Robert De Niro) and Ordell’s druggie mistress (Bridget Fonda) discussing a photograph pinned to the wall, and it’s so perfectly written, timed and played that I applauded it.

Indeed, that is a truly great fucking scene. I watched it 10 times when I got that movie on VHS back in the day.

It was also Bridget Fonda’s best performance. She drips disdain and sex like a discount-carnival succubus and damn is she ever fun to watch. Such a fantastic, underappreciated film.

Of all the common fetishes, I think I understand feet the least. Just…feet? Boring-ass feet? I get the weirdo tentacle crap better than the whole feet thing.

Years ago, my girlfriend came home and said, “A guy offered me $200 at the gas station to lick my toes today.”

I said, “And you’re sitting here talking to me when you could’ve been $200 richer.”

Other than cashing in on it, I don’t think I will ever understand the deal with feet as a sexual object.