the existence of belief

Teagan 2022-04-19 09:01:10


Bounty Hunter. This profession, which combines judicial execution and compliance with contracts, is like an iron-faced judge, distorting emotions and intensifying violence.


What makes Quentin's films great is that he is good at using cold humorous plots, witty soundtracks, and slowly advancing the storyline between seemingly bland conversations. Two bounty hunters, both catching wanted criminals, meet by chance. One followed procedural justice and insisted that the prisoner be brought back to the town alive to be executed in full view. He believes that "justice" can only be achieved if they witness the death of criminals under torture, and the people see the soul of the death penalty. , why bother with the criminal's escort to survive, anyway, her destination is a cold rope. They tell a commonplace tale of the American South during the Civil War, of mutual suspicion, the cunning of gangsters, the cowardice of old men, and the bloody violence. In the visual impact, don't forget the center of the film that is trying to express, that is "belief".


Faith is not just professional conduct. Some people praise the beauty it conveys itself, but in fact it contains people's self-recognition and the continuous power provided for this. Do what you need to do, do what you want to do, and don't look back.
Faith alone is still too weak. After all, when dealing with hooligans, feelings alone will not work. It is still necessary to have a gun to interpret the meaning of belief, just like a sword with a hero, and Lu Bu with Diaochan.


So, the plot of the story goes here and becomes simplified. We are all firm in our own beliefs, kill criminals, and achieve justice; family love is paramount, and we take risks; Since everyone must be disciplined, it depends on who has the brightest mind and can draw a gun faster. In this way, they will find that the so-called fairness and justice, blood kinship, and brotherhood are the beliefs in their hearts.


In the movie, the old diaosi who lived to beg for his life, boasted of his former glory on the surface, but hidden a huge shadow in his heart. Any righteous execution and violent punishment may exist in whose hands the cold barrel of a gun is held.

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Extended Reading
  • Alexandrine 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    The scheduling of the stage play, divided into chapters, narration, violent aesthetics, chatter and sudden death, although not the best Quentin, it is wonderful enough. As a western movie, the plot is more unexpected than [Jing Ge]. The suspicion and fighting in a confined space make people think of [落水狗] (also around the scene). Unfortunately, it is not as refreshing as [Kill Bill], not as good as [Pulp Fiction] on the structure, Editing and joking have a lot of fun, and there is no epic sense of [shameless bastard]. (8.5/10)

  • Elouise 2022-03-24 09:01:10

    Hahaha Today is a really cool day for Wilderness Hunters and the Evil Eight! Happy Quentin is still so magical. It is also the same as the setting of the wilderness hunter, but the dialogue and character expression have a strong Quentin flavor. Haha.

The Hateful Eight quotes

  • Jody: [to Minnie] Judy said something about the best coffee in the world?

    Oswaldo Mobray: [smiles] Yes, I do believe Judy did say something about the best coffee in the world!

    Minnie Mink: [laughs] Well, I don't know 'bout all that. But I'll tell ya what it is: it's hot and it's strong and it's good! And in this snow it sure enough warms your ass up!

  • Major Marquis Warren: Beggin' for his life, your boy told me his whole Life Story. And YOU, was in that story General. And when I knew me I had the son, of the Bloody Nigger Killer of Baton Rouge, I knew me I was gonna have some fun! It was COLD the day I killed your boy. And I don't mean snowy mountain in Wyoming cold... Colder than that. And on that cold day, with your boy at the business end of my gun barrel... I made him STRIP. Right down to his bare ass. Then I told him to start walkin'. I walked his naked ass for two hours... 'fore the cold collapsed him. Then he commits to beggin' again. But this time, he wasn't beggin' to go home. He knew he'd never see his home again. And he wasn't beggin' for his life neither, 'cause he knew that was long gone. All he wanted, was a BLANKET. Now don't judge your boy too harshly, General. You ain't never been cold as your boy was that day. You'd be surprised; what a man that cold, would-do-for-a-blanket. You wanna know what your boy did? I pulled my BIG, BLACK, PECKER outta my pants. And I made him crawl in the snow on all fours over to it. Then I grabbed a handful of that black hair at the back of his head... And I stuck my Big Black Johnson right down his goddamn throat! And it was fulla' blood... so it was warm. Oh, you bet your sweet ass it was warm. And Charles Chester Smithers sucked on that warm black dingus for as loong as he could. Hahahaahaha! Startin' to see pictures, ain't ya?