How many times has somebody in the frum world told you to go do something, like marry a stranger that you are not getting along with, and "you'll be fine."
Quentin screwed up. A director gets an idea and it is a hard thing to shake. He wanted a shot of his actress, Uma Thurman, driving a blue convertible, her hair blowing. A real shot. For Kill Bill. No stunt driver. Thurman said the car was no good. She was not a stunt driver. He pushed. He told her it was a straight road and she would be fine. It was not a straight road. The car drifted on sand and hit a palm tree. A bad crash. She hurt her neck and her knees. The trust between them broke that day. For fifteen years, she wanted the film of the crash. Proof. The studio held it back. Finally, Tarantino found it and gave it to her himself. He called it the biggest regret of his life. She showed it to the world. A long time to wait for an honest accounting-They are good now, they say.
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