We were trying to choose a film to watch - me, my son, and Ivy - and as usual we all wanted to watch something different. Then Dylan suggested a Quentin Tarantino. 'Probably too bloody for your mum,' quoth I. 'Well, I watched Kill Bill, didn't I?' quoth she.
   So we watched Inglorious Basterds, and although it wasn't as bloody as I feared, she still looked away a couple of times.
   The film is apparently one of Tarantino's best, and both son & wife enjoyed it, but I confess I wasn't quite so impressed. It was clever in an arty way, and the chief antagonist was genuinely chilling. But somehow it didn't quite resonate with me. I think perhaps it was trying to be too clever for its own good. Probably a minority opinion.
   Despite my vague moans, a Tarantino is a Tarantino, so you know what sort of thing to expect if you watch it. And I wouldn't try to dissuade you from doing so.