He came armed with a 35 millimeter: Rolling Thunder, by John Flynn, with William Devane, released in 1977. "The best revenge film in the history of cinema," Quentin Tarantino assures the eight hundred people (two hundred were refused) who crowd into the Croisette theater, bastion of the Filmmakers' Fortnight. Festival-goers welcome him as a rockstar. The director of Pulp Fiction is jubilant. On the music of Reservoir Dogs, he says he discovered this film with his mother, then imitates the Tarantino he was at 14 years old. Before asking the French if they can be a little less during the hour and a half that will follow: "Let's add a little American spirit to this session, if you want to shout, do it, if you are afraid, scream!" In Rolling Thunder, a soldier returning from Vietnam is reunited with his wife and son. Killers arrive in their house. They shouldn't have. The film ends up in a Mexican brothel. We come out refreshed...
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