Open letter to Quentin Tarantino

This was first sent to q-tarantino@usa.net, apparently the server was too busy, a handwritten copy has been sent to:

Quentin Tarantino
William Morris Endeavor Entertainment
9601 Wilshire Blvd.
3rd Floor
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
USA




Thursday, October 15th, 15,000,000,000,000


Mr. Tarantino:

A few weeks ago, your movie Inglorious Basterds was screened for first time in Mexico at the seventh Morelia's International Film Fest.

The week before the premier, precisely on September 28th, a couple of friends and I, went to the cinema to buy tickets, but the ticket-man told us there were no schedules yet for the Festival, so he wouldn't know when your movie was going to be premiered, neither the cost of the tickets nor availability, he told us to come back once the Festival would've begun. (Until October 3rd)

The next day (September 29th), walking at downtown, we saw the festival schedule; your movie was programmed for Sunday, October 4th. Immediately we decided to buy the tickets, this was at 11 am, the guy from the cinema told us we had to go to another cinema to buy the tickets. And so we did.

We're students from different cities, most of the money we earn, goes on paying rent, college and food, but we didn't mind and took a bus to the other fucking cinema. When arriving, another fucking ticket-guy didn't attend us at first, when we asked for the tickets, the dumb shit told us tickets where sold out 2 days before. I think our anger was comprehensible, we decided to sabotage your premier: if we couldn't be there, no one would.

We planned to build homemade explosives, and make an alarm phone call minutes before the movie. Because of time-space situations, neither of us had time to look for the materials nor the proceeding to build the stupid explosives.
Anyways, we were determined to accomplish what our anger had driven us to. With or without explosives, the alarm call could ruin everything for everyone except for our vengeance sense.

We even considered to film the whole thing: the inept ticket guy telling us there were no tickets available, the plan, the prank call, the people running out from the cinema, etc. and show it as a documentary on next year's festival.

Our lawyers recommend us not to proceed because of legal repercussions, once again, we didn't mind. Unfortunately, study takes too much time on our day a day life, so we finally, didn't had the chance to do this shit.

Yesterday, Wednesday, October 14th, we finally went to the cinema to see your fucking movie; Wednesday's tickets are cheaper.

My friends and I couldn't be more agree. Your film was stupidly glorious. From the dialogues, the tributes to the cinema of an era and its stereotypes, Julie Dreyfus on her knees, the magnificent selection of music and characters, scene developing, your work was delicious.
We had no idea what the film would be like, but I can tell you, we laughed our ass off when watching the cinema on fire, no one around would tell why.

Thanks again for directing a great movie, just pray for ticket-guys not to mess up with us again, midterm exams are over, this means we have more time to get things straight when planning sabotaging film premiers.

los planetas

La consciencia del movimiento de rotación supuso un hallazgo sin precedentes para la raza huamana.
La noche era ahora motivo de festejo.
Dejaron de sacrificar gente pidiendo al Sol que volviera.

En tantos años de ofrendas voluntarias el astro conoció y adoptó como vicio la vanidad.

Los demás planetas le necesitaban sin importar la incorregible inconsistencia de la fe humana, pero el Sol nunca volvió.

CATZ

el espíritu de los cínicos

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