Clive Davis enjoys David Denby’s delicious hatchet-job on Inglorious Bastards. But first he throws in an experience of his own:

Around the time that “Pulp Fiction” came out I interviewed Quentin Tarantino in a Manhattan hotel and found myself marvelling at the most unbuttoned display of teenage egomania I’d ever witnessed. He was so in love with his self-proclaimed genius that he would probably have started snogging himself if he could have found a body double.

I saw the trailer for Inglorious Bastards recently and it looked awful—which made the relatively positive reviews on Rotten Tomatoes hard to fathom. Instead, this weekend, I’ll opting for District 9. I don’t go with the highest of hopes. But I do at least expect it to to be better than, in Denby’s words, the “ridiculous and appallingly insensitive” Bastards.