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I WAS ABOUT<\/strong> ten years old when Kill Bill Vol. 1 <\/em>was first released in 2003. Something about the title\u2014Kill Bill<\/em>\u2014drew me in like a tractor beam. It sounded cool, <\/em>and the buzz\u2014it was so violent, so intense, <\/em>and so<\/em> not for kids\u2014<\/em>made it into the forbidden fruit of movies, an R-rated experience I wasn’t supposed to have access to just yet. And so, I needed to. Immediately. <\/p>\n Incidentally, it was a few days after I somehow convinced my parents to let me rent Pulp Fiction <\/em>on DVD from the local library that I finally got to see Kill Bill Vol. 1 <\/em>for the first time, also on DVD. I was utterly transported. Pulp Fiction <\/em>and Kill Bill Vol. 1 <\/em>became my entire world. They spawned handwritten watch lists pulled from IMDB\u2019s infamous mid-aught message boards. For at least a decade, they dictated my entire media diet and idea of what art could and should look like. Like many other millennial boys, I’m sure, there’s a Pulp Fiction <\/em>poster on the wall of my childhood bedroom to this very day.<\/p>\n And yet, mysteriously… I never watched Kill Bill Vol. 2. <\/em><\/p>\n Part one, apparently, was enough for me. Uma Thurman and her iconic yellow track suit had their epic night at the House of Blue Leaves and took on Lucy Liu\u2014set to that one song that I didn’t recognize but knew was just about the coolest song ever made.<\/p>\n And that was all I needed! In middle school and high school, I\u2019d see bits and pieces of Kill Bill Vol. 2 <\/em>on Starz or HBO. I knew enough<\/em>, or so I thought: Uma Thurman has an epic showdown with Daryl Hannah and eventually Bill (David Carradine) and at some point she gets buried alive.<\/p>\n