11-16-2017, 12:02 PM
I'd forgotten that anyone had reviewed this, so my review is untainted by anything said before.
It opened with a wooden Christ figure with an expanse of snow in the background and a tiny dot in the distance. The dot takes forever to come into the foreground, revealed to be a stagecoach at full-throttle. These many minutes provide ample time for front-loaded credits, prominent among them being Weinstein. Weinstein this and Weinstein that, plastered all over the screen. I was expecting Tarantino accolades, but he's no match for Weinstein.
So then the stagecoach stops, picks someone up, and, well, the Queen got it right, because they yak yak yak, and there's nothing particularly clever about any of it. And the people are too clean, and the interior isn't bouncy enough. It's like they're in a train car. It just looks fake. And so effin' clean. And they talk. And while Tarantino can be brilliant with dialog, there's not a hint of that as they yak yak yak, excreting plot elements hard as Chuck Norris turds.
I finish my dinner thirty-five minutes in, and they're still in the fucking stagecoach yakking away. Talk about stage-bound. This is stage-coach-bound. It's insufferable, and I turn it off.
Though it turns out I was wrong (checking IMDB afterwards), as they do eventually reach a cabin where the movie becomes room-bound.
On top of Tarantino's penchant for borrowing, it turns out (according to imdb trivia) that Jeff Bridges was intentionally doing a John Wayne throughout. Why?
And why is this highly rated by imdb and rotten tomatoes?
It opened with a wooden Christ figure with an expanse of snow in the background and a tiny dot in the distance. The dot takes forever to come into the foreground, revealed to be a stagecoach at full-throttle. These many minutes provide ample time for front-loaded credits, prominent among them being Weinstein. Weinstein this and Weinstein that, plastered all over the screen. I was expecting Tarantino accolades, but he's no match for Weinstein.
So then the stagecoach stops, picks someone up, and, well, the Queen got it right, because they yak yak yak, and there's nothing particularly clever about any of it. And the people are too clean, and the interior isn't bouncy enough. It's like they're in a train car. It just looks fake. And so effin' clean. And they talk. And while Tarantino can be brilliant with dialog, there's not a hint of that as they yak yak yak, excreting plot elements hard as Chuck Norris turds.
I finish my dinner thirty-five minutes in, and they're still in the fucking stagecoach yakking away. Talk about stage-bound. This is stage-coach-bound. It's insufferable, and I turn it off.
Though it turns out I was wrong (checking IMDB afterwards), as they do eventually reach a cabin where the movie becomes room-bound.
On top of Tarantino's penchant for borrowing, it turns out (according to imdb trivia) that Jeff Bridges was intentionally doing a John Wayne throughout. Why?
And why is this highly rated by imdb and rotten tomatoes?