And I will strike down upon thee…

If there is a hell, then I imagine it is run by Quentin Tarantino . It’s a place where sociopaths who look like Michael Madsen cut ears off, where Bruce Willis uses a samurai sword to eviscerate the unwary, where Samuel L. Jackson wears a funky haircut and recites Old Testament passages while punishing the unholy with his blazing automatic pistol and where John Travolta specializes in dancing The Swim while shoving hypodermic needles into the hearts of the comatose. That’s the place, and the future, that I hope is in store for the jerk who spent the better part of today’s 1:50 p.m. showing of “Kill Bill” shining a laser pointer at the screen. May he (or, to be fair, she) be condemned there for all eternity. Or even longer.