Throughout all those films (I'm counting ten, but I'll shut up about it), Tarantino has
directed dozens upon dozens of actors, has amassed a stable of recurring cast members, and has gained a reputation as a sort of rehabilitator of lost careers.
Not exact matches
How something so indebted to
dozens upon dozens of other films can't get the imitation right buggers the imagination, providing a nation of yearning hacks that dulcet feeling of hope that results in a few more horrifically inept screenplays (produced and
directed with commensurate incompetence) just like this one probably in the first half of 2004 alone.