11-25-2016, 02:27 PM
Here is how the Queen summed up the film that she wasn't watching, merely half-listening as she read her book: Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, bang, bang, talk, talk, talk.
She's not far off. On multiple occasions, I reached for the remote to switch this off. And clocking in at almost 3 hours, could you blame. And there is a lot of talk and very little bang. Plus, I have a mostly hate relationship with Tarantino. I feel his ego oozing all over the film. But they keep giving him awards and praising his daring so I feel the need to see what all the fuss is about. Ooh, he talks about blow jobs! Ooh, a girl gets beat up for the majority of the film! Ooh, it's shot in 70mm Panavision.
If you know that the film takes place for the majority of the film in one room, what do you think is going to happen besides the characters talking to each other? Not a lot. All the actors are giving a chance to chew scenery, with the majority of the mastication going to Samuel L. Jackson.
It's supposed to be a mystery about who is working with the girl (who has the dumbest name ever) but I found I didn't care. I just wanted it to end.
I even watched the two docs about the film. More self congratulatory back slapping for making it on film. More Quentin is wonderful.
I say less.
She's not far off. On multiple occasions, I reached for the remote to switch this off. And clocking in at almost 3 hours, could you blame. And there is a lot of talk and very little bang. Plus, I have a mostly hate relationship with Tarantino. I feel his ego oozing all over the film. But they keep giving him awards and praising his daring so I feel the need to see what all the fuss is about. Ooh, he talks about blow jobs! Ooh, a girl gets beat up for the majority of the film! Ooh, it's shot in 70mm Panavision.
If you know that the film takes place for the majority of the film in one room, what do you think is going to happen besides the characters talking to each other? Not a lot. All the actors are giving a chance to chew scenery, with the majority of the mastication going to Samuel L. Jackson.
It's supposed to be a mystery about who is working with the girl (who has the dumbest name ever) but I found I didn't care. I just wanted it to end.
I even watched the two docs about the film. More self congratulatory back slapping for making it on film. More Quentin is wonderful.
I say less.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm