Quentin Tarantino took his name off the Oliver Stone film version of "Natural Born Killers." Read this fine screenplay, the one Stone virtually scrapped, and you will understand why. It's tightly focused, where Stone is distractingly all over the map; witty, where Stone is merely crude; deeply shocking and thought-provoking, where Stone is mindlessly sensational. Tarantino reveals himself to be a genuine moralist, of all things. As glamorous as the media finds Mickey and Mallory, Tarantino never lets you forget they are monsters. (Stone caved into the temptation to try to make them "likable" by presenting unbelievable, '60's-induced apologies for them.) Nobody gets off the hook in this version. One hopes that someday Tarantino can get the backing to remake the film his way. It should be a classic.