Remember when banana-chinned director Quentin Tarantino used to be good? You know… about ten years back, when the thought of him getting involved with relentlessly tedious drivel like Kill Bill or Hostel was as ludicrous a notion as Jimmy Carr ever telling a funny joke?

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Which is why we're all in two minds about his latest – rumoured – excursion into the realm of movie-making.

Quentin Tarantino is reported to have signed what is undoubtedly a million-billion-bazillion dollar contract to direct the upcoming – and apparently 'long-awaited' - Jimi Hendrix biopic. Although quite how the relatively simple story of 'a man who was quite good at playing guitar and then died' will be transformed into a gripping cinematic narrative is anyone's guess. Apparently:

"Tarantino will have full access to Hendrix's music and likeness when he starts shooting, (which) is scheduled to begin later this year in Seattle, Washington; New York, Toronto, Canada; and London."

All very well and good, but in terms of the grand pantheon of 'rock legends' (phrase courtesy of Q Magazine and its legions of U2-obsessing sociopath readers), aren't there slightly more… well… interesting figures that old Goodyear-jaw could clamp his directing mittens around?

Keith Moon? John Bonham? Kurt Cobain (because technically Last Days wasn't actually about him. Oh no. Not at all. Really)?

Or – to hell with it. The Pete Doherty story – an all-action blockbuster in which the piss-for-brains needle magnet swans around, get into all sorts of exciting set-piece mayhem and chats comic-book-themed dialogue to his pals in his silly high-pitched voice.

Oh. And then dies.

Go to have an audience-pleasing ending, haven't you?

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[story by C J Davies]