Leo smiled, turned off the TV, and ran a finger over the dusty, dead Filmotype.
He left a wad of cash—more than enough for a new motor—but Leo never bought one. He just kept that last strip of Kill Bill tacked above his workbench. filmotype quentin
Finally, after ruining seven strips of expensive paper, they got it. The title card for Reservoir Dogs was a masterpiece of entropy. It was crooked, slightly grainy, and the yellow had an almost sickly, nicotine-stained warmth. It looked like it had been printed in 1973 and left in a glovebox for twenty years. Leo smiled, turned off the TV, and ran