Later on, Clooney, who is clearly disgusted by his bro's behavior in the first half of the film, clearly starts flirting with Lewis.And when he first meets her, as she comes in from a dip in the hotel pool and finds her brother and dad (Harvey Keitel!) held at gunpoint, he tells her that they are "having a bikini contest, and just won." If the pictures above weren't icky enough, Richie has a totally revolting hallucination about Juliette Lewis, who is definitely not supposed to be legal age in her role (in real life, she was in her 20s).You just know this is why he passed on directing and took on the vile role. Tarantino's personal foot fetish is once again highlighted as his script includes a scene in which Richie sucks on Salma Hayek's toes while a whole bar watches.(No wonder he earned a Razzie nom for the role.) Tarantino plays Richie Gecko, Clooney's character's brother (!!) and a serial murder/rapist with a thing for young girls (!!!!!!) and feet.Cause you're about to feast your eyes on a buffet of blood, bikers, Salma Hayek's boobs and one hell of a fiery arm tattoo. I hope you're hungry, fellow lovers of all things equally awful and awesome. And, despite his somewhat questionable taste in modern cinema, we're always itching for more Tarantino ( Django Unchained is already our favorite Christmas present). Also, like this week's new Underworld film, it features a kickass female heroine (Lewis) and some seriously batshit creatures of the night. The 1996 horror comedy stars recent Golden Globe winner and Best Actor Oscar contender George Clooney (who you might remember was my reason for December's tribute to Return to Horror High), and The Firm's leading lady and Twit-disturber Juliette Lewis. Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez's not-quite-forgotten, but not-quite revered "action extravaganza" (Ebert's words via my DVD case, not mine) From Dusk Till Dawn may have come out sixteen years ago today, but I think would be quite at home in January 2012. It's gonna be awesome-and terrible!-all at the same time. So join us as Emily (our resident camp connoisseur) leads you through one of the best of the worst movies of all-time. We're talking about getting in touch with your guilty pleasure zone. Cinefilles, it's time for a camp-out! And no, we ain't talkin' s'mores, sing-a-longs and psycho killers (although, they may very well make questionable individual appearances).
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