Bill is dead

E olha que não foi a Noiva que o matou

É, o Bill morreu.

Tudo bem, você pode achar que David Carradine é o eterno “Gafanhoto” de Kung-fu (o Hermenauta fez até um post com o título “Adeus Gafanhoto”). Você pode até achar que ele não era o cara certo pra fazer o papel do Bill (o Samurai, por exemplo, disse que o Warren Beatty teria dado mais charme ao personagem).

Porém, eu não vi um episódio sequer da série “Kung-fu”. E vi os dois “Kill Bill”. Achei sensacional o Volume 1 e melhor ainda o Volume 2. Como é então que eu vou chamar Carradine de outro nome que não Bill?

Aliás, parece que ele se matou. E não foi com a infame Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique mas sim se enforcando. O que é triste e nos leva a pensar o que se passou na cabeça da pessoa quando quis tirar a sua própria vida.

Enfim, Carradine: para mim, você será o eterno Bill. Mesmo que em um passado longínquo tenha sido um inseto aí da vida. 

P.S.: coloquei este post na categoria Quadrinhos porque a teoria de Bill sobre o Superman e a raça humana é um tanto quanto interessante. Os diálogos espetaculares de Kill Bill 2 podem ser vistos aqui. A teoria sobre o Superman você vê clicando no link abaixo.

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Bill: As you know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology… The mythology is not only great, it’s unique.
The Bride: [who still has a needle in her leg] How long does this shit take to go into effect?
Bill: About two minutes, just long enough for me to finish my point. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.
The Bride: Aso. The point emerges.
Bill: You would’ve worn the costume of Arlene Plimpton. But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. And every morning when you woke up, you’d still be Beatrix Kiddo. Oh, you can take the needle out.
The Bride: [does so] Are you calling me a superhero?
Bill: I’m calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to El Paso, working in a used record store, goin’ to the movies with Tommy, clipping coupons. That’s you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee That’s you tryin’ to blend in with the hive. But you’re not a worker bee. You’re a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much beer you drank or barbecue you ate or how fat your ass got, nothing in the world would ever change that.