Death Proof is the evidence.

he is finished.

he still thinks its 1995.

the world and movie-going audience has moved on.

he hasn't.

Death Proof was bad. really, really, bad. Kurt Russel (1st part of the movie) and the soundtrack were the only highlights.

Planet Terror was excellent? You know why? because Rob wasn't trying. "Making some b-movie sh*t? cool check this out?" and it was a blast...

Tarantino? "hey look at me, and how brilliant i am, i really know how women talk....i'm so hip and cool", and fell flat on his face. dumb bitches talking for 98% of a movie? yeah...brilliant work.

he doesn't have any ideas left (as if he had any in the first place). Vega Brothers, his "southern", Inglorious Bastards? hahaha...he doesnt' have a clue. Lucky for him, he can live off of Pulp Fiction money for the rest of his life.