Gawker has published an email they received from “a young woman who works in show business” that implies a scandalous rumor: Quentin Tarantino is a toe-sucker. If we can trust this email (she does provide photo booth evidence), said-woman met Tarantino at a party, made out with him (in front of everybody), then spent the night at his place. What happened may alter your impression of Quentin Tarantino.
The email runs rather long so we pulled out the juiciest excerpts:
“…QT has the most unattractive penis I have ever seen (short. fat. nub-like. The chode of all chodes…)”
“Quentin Tarantino asks, ‘Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?’”
“And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life – having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself.”
The two passed out shortly after, and repeated the freakiness the next morning.
Now what does information like this really do? Beside providing a yet another occasion for Tarantino’s coked-up blibber-blabbering about how f-ing retarded this dumb chick is for doing this him, film students can now feel free to connect the dots between the auteur and his art, tracing instances of a foot fetish in, say, Deathproof’s sustained close-up of a girls feet on a dashboard, or, say, that “Move your big toe” sequence in Kill Bill, etc., etc.. Surely this private detail will seep into cocktail conversations about Tarantino among friends. And freaks for feet can claim Tarantino as one of their own.
In sum, it presents another lens to examine the total package that is Tarantino (or should I say short, nubby, chode-like package).
Thank god for modern media’s instantaneous dissemination of very intimate, mildly nauseating private information.