Tarantino is the only writer/director who would make a three hour single location western murder mystery chockful of violence, profanity at a Shakespearean level and a cast of character actors.
Thank god for that.
I love his movies. He’s an auteur and even his excesses are crimes of enthusiasm rather than any lack of ability. His missteps are, at least bold ones and that’s what I love about him.
It’s a jaw dropping movie. Uncomfortable and leavened by bursts of coal black humour as it descends into a final act that is garotte tight in execution and still capable of genuine warmth and humanity. It’s probably his best film.
Jennifer Jason Leigh is incredible, playing an ugly, irredeemable woman with a low cunning and a powerful sense of herself. She has a serpentine sensual brutality and a willingness to go for the moment that makes her riveting to watch.
Walton Goggins is superb, more than holding his own with the likes of Samuel L Jackson and Kurt Russell.
Samuel L Jackson has a monologue about halfway through that is one of the most uncomfortable and disturbing things I’ve seen and yet he still radiates an amused mastery of space and performance that makes him the de facto hero of the piece.
Go see it. It’s important to support original film in a time of reboots and remakes because we need art that pokes us in the uncomfortable places and this film does that.