Just saw Tarantino’s Hateful Eight. I’d say it’s already a definite Christmas B-side classic: with a 60$ million budget, a wee bit much for a single set movie, if you ask me, although the 70 mm is quite expensive, the film is probably the best tragedy of the year – and Quentin’s greatest, I would add.
A 3 hour long cynical tragedy, building up tension with each new chapter (yes, the chapters again), only to finally leave it all hanging in the air (you’ll get the pun after viewing). His most Pulp Fiction-esque movie till this day. Trapped in a room, Samuel L. Jackson brilliantly delivers once again, his voice authentically ringing through in a Do you read the Bible kind of way.
It’s like watching 12 angry men with a Civil War backdrop and a Western twist. It’s a bounty hunter story about lying, cheating, and stealing – myth-making essentially, as much as it is a mystery tale about greed ($$) and other mortal sins dividing human beings into black(s) and white(s), where every decision is a gun to your head decisions about who’s right and who’s wrong, what’s good and what’s bad. And the ugly – that’s the only part you can be sure of since Channing Tatum is seen french flirting with a fat ass African-American female – if you catch my drift.
Or is it about American history?