Three Questions About Kill Bill (Volume One).
a) How can a woman, squealing, flinching and watching an entire movie through the cracks between her fingers then get up, walk out and declare that it was was the best film evah!
b) Why did so many men think that Kill Bill would be a really good movie to take a first date on? There were certainly a lot of disgruntled first daters splitting up in Leicester Square on Saturday.
c) Why if someone was killed or seriously injured in a hospital did the police not notice that the keys to his somewhat unusual Pussy Wagon were missing. And then possibly check it out in the basement car park for the potential murderer. I am not telling the police how to do their job or anything but really, that one sequence really spoiled my suspension of disbelief.
BTW, in the pro/anti Kill Bill debate I am certainly in the pro camp.