
Our long national nightmare is over. Quentin Tarantino’s lawsuit against his neighbor, American Beauty writer and Six Feet Under creator Alan Ball, has been settled. Almost too predictably, the suit had accused Ball of owning a gaggle of noisy parrots. The birds reportedly disturbed Tarantino to the point that he was unable to do lots of coke I mean work. The complaint was notable for containing the words “exotic bird menagerie” and “obnoxious, pterodactyl-like screams.” Comparing a noise to the sound of something that’s been dead for millions of years seems to me very unscientific, but you know these grandiose Hollywood types.
News that the case had gone the way of the birds was delivered matter-of-factly by Tarantino’s attorney, Marty Singer, in a flattering [read: boring -Ed.] New York Times profile of the celebrity litigator.
According to the lawsuit, after Tarantinto complained about the birds, Ball promised to build a soundproof outdoor aviary to reduce the noise, and until then, the birds would be kept inside until the structure was built. The move temporarily relieved Tarantino of some of the noise, he claimed, but by last June, the exotic birds were allegedly once again left outside for several hours per day, which prompted Tarantino to get Singer involved. [THR][The passage in question from the NY Times] “That’s been resolved,” Mr. Singer says. Mr. Tarantino has since finished his latest screenplay.
“Some people said it’s the best script he’s ever written, because he had the peace and quiet,” Mr. Singer says. [NYTimes]
Hence the old saying: behind every great writer is a great bird lawyer. This also marks the first time one of Tarantino’s complaints about noisy birds wasn’t thrown out on account of him hallucinating. He and the coke wizard usually settle out of court.




Anyone want to take my action that Ball doesn’t now nor has ever owned a bird, let alone many? We’re talking 2-1 here people.
When Da Stath heard about Quentin complaining about noisy exotic birds he called him a, “Daft fockin’ queyah!”
Ball was only raising the birds as a response to Tarantino’s yard full of increasingly elaborate pig enclosures.
You must love the little birds to give them this chin to perch on.
Chirpy Singer Wings Swan Song to Flocking Noisy Birds
Allow me to express my shock that the writer of 6 feet under owns something as pretentious as an exotic bird menagerie. Your move Sorkin.
Vincenzo, is this the third or fourth thread you’ve done on this story without once referencing Harvey Birdman? I am disappoint.
I can understand Tatantino problem. Yesterday I was run off the road by an Asian driving like a Velociraptor.
Goddamnit, I am not responsible for all of Q’s little quirks. Since he began main-lining midget tears, he barely even calls me anymore.
He was just fearful for his stash as all the birds would say is Polly wants a crack.
Worst iPhone app ever. Ball wears pants the whole time.
Tennessee Williams: “Exotic bird menagerie? FUCK. All I have are these fucking fragile glass pieces of shit. You win this one, Ball. I can out gay-subtext you any time though, fool.”
I just got a great idea for a children’s cartoon where Tarantino voices a bird and Nick Cage voices and iguana. They are best buds and just hang out all day having crazy conversations.
They should bet charly Kelly from its always sunny in philidelphia, he’s well versed in Bird Law
I barely even notice birds exist if I don’t take my adderall, but when I’m on it sometimes I get locked in on them. If you were on enough coke to summon up a wizard you probably know what all birds are doing everywhere.
“Some people said it’s the best script he’s ever written…
Smiff is still unsure about the script’s quality, mainly because Q wrote his character as a BlackSmith.