Shameful. This movie is crap, and most people know that. Read read read all these repetitive reviews that go back 50 pages from people that dont exist. (insert mad screw you thingy).
The very first shot in the film announces Tarantino's giddy, disturbing irresponsibility: a lingering close-in of Uma Thurman bloodied, terrified, pathetic as an abused puppy, vulnerable and gored, panting out her gruesome defeat, while a smooth-talking thug spouts, off camera, his zen-a-la-slaughter thoughts on sadism. Knowing she's about to be killed, Thurman desperately--horrifyingly, to be honest--says she's carrying the guy's baby--and then we see the spray of blood behind her head. Roll titles, to tune of a hip, depressive song about a violently failed relationship.
I could readily stop taking the film so seriously, except that it's foundational premise adamantly, indignantly instructs me to take it seriously. Contemplate her last (we think) gesture, pitiably wasted on that tragically futile attempt to win mercy. My horror at her terror derives from the infinite ache that Tarantino makes her (really us, since he invented the thing to fill theaters) endure before he giggles "Psyche!" and makes his movie into the gushing cartoon it really is. If the whole film is an honorific romp through karate-dom, this opener is inexcusable. Uma's suffering is effectively real, genuinely involving, and repulsively, disgustingly, irrepresibly sadistic as a film invention for this dismissable genre. Tarntino missed that point so badly; the films he's honoring are soap-operatic, superficially involving, and radically forgettable and forgivable.Read more ›
If you like style without substance...Kill Bill! It's got awesome swordfights broken up by pointless moments of dead space and 8th-grade short-story dialogue! It's got one-sided characters! It's got the lamest cliffhanger ever! And it's only half of a movie! Ooh boy! I can't not wait not to see Vol. 2! [...]
Let me qualify myself certainly not a Tarantino hater. I liked Pulp Fiction. A lot. And Jackie Brown. And Reservoir Dogs. And Desperado. Dusk to Dawn was just barely ok, in my opinion.
The latest installment from the king of in-your-face-gore is lacklustre, trivial, and eminently boring. There is no semblance of logic, the scenes are randomly strung together, the acting is tired, the fight scenes are WAAYYY too long and tedious, and I amd tired of listening to japanese bartenders who double as zen masters when business is slow.
Bad people did bad things to the heroine. She goes on a globetrotting mission to get even. But does it have to drag so interminably so? Does blood really gush like 10 fire hydrants from a severed limb? The sets are tacky beyond wildest belief. The acting is coarse. The storyline is hackneyed and worn threadbare. There is nothing here that hasn't been told in the previous movies. The zen is of the mumbo jumbo 2-minute ramen variety that is laughable at the very least.
There are logical chasms here that you could drop the Titanic into. Examples - A strapping 10 foot guy tries to rape a comatose girl in her hospital bed who has been vegetating and atrophying on life support for 4 years. And she bites his tongue off and wrestles him to death. And then she kills the nurse - another able bodied guy by repeatedly banging a door on his head. All this seconds after she snaps out of her 4-year coma. Then she gets into a truck and drives off. Then she gets on a flight to Japan and gets a samurai sword from a bartender.Read more ›