It was exciting to watch Mr. Tarantino expound on certain cinematic delights he relishes. THE FUTURIST!, as he watched these little verbal dissertations, thought of the excitement a food fetishist would have with a grand banquet. Tarantino gets into an orgasmic-like lather over cinema ... he cuts his arms through the air around him like cutlery and almost needs a lobster bib to catch the drippings from his voracious movie love drooling. "Ah, yes ... I'll have that Scorsese Salad, a bit of that DePalma Split Screen Soup, some Altman soft focus cheese, a slice of Bava Devil's Food Cake with that really really red cherry sauce, oh .. and two of those MacGuffins! yes! A blueberry and a cranberry MacGuffin! ... and some Blaxploitation pudding and Superfly Pie! Some Linguine a la Leone ... Dessert? Oh, an Italian Morricone with a glass of red Argento. Oh, dear God, I'm famished!"