i've got the feelin' that somethin' ain't right

I just finished watching Reservoir Dogs again. I don't know why I let myself do this; Tarantino films are devoid of any redeeming qualities and yet they ask so persuadingly to be picked up from your movie shelf. "You'll enjoy me," they say. "The violence is secondary to the story, and is anyway a commentary on the violence inherent in mainstream entertainment. We're actually intellectual films."

But when the movie's done you recognize (alas, far too late) that the violence was the point, the whole point of the movie, its driving feature. And you're left with a very empty feeling. And you have to brush your teeth and change your clothes before "Stuck in the Middle With You" will finally stop running through your head.