I can't say I'm a diehard Quentin fan, after all three of his most popular books -- Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, and Kill Bill -- I haven't read, but I really like "Pulp Fiction". "Inglourious Basterds", when I watched "Django Unchained" in Hong Kong a few years ago, I also slapped my thighs.
"The Hateful Eight" is nearly 3 hours long, and I fell asleep in front of the computer for the first 90 minutes...
His movies are basically written and directed by himself. No movie has ever cherished words like gold, but the first 90 minutes of this film really brought the "talking spirit" to the extreme. I'm a mother, why do you talk like that? Are you about to catch up with the taxi aunt in Harbin? BBBBBBB's talk is endless? The point is, there is a lot of dialogue and nonsense, I can't get the point, I don't know what route this story is going to take.
If it weren't for the fact that the movie was told scene by scene, and thanks to the title of each scene, I would have been lost in a lot of ugly American country accent dialogue...
But then again, Quentin is awesome . I compiled such a large amount of dialogue to the end and can still justify it.
That's the magic of the movie after 90 minutes.
Bruce Dern Jiang is still old and hot, and the performance aura of sitting on the sofa chair can crush a group of gun-wielding cowboys. From his confrontation with Samuel L. Jackson, the conflicting points of the film came one after another, like a snowball. This! Ah, so that's how the previous battle came from!" The clouds and the sun were dripping with joy.
Samuel L. Jackson, the black actor who played the boss in Marvel movies and Quentin's queen, showed the powerful aura of black people's self-esteem and domineering in front of white people in the context of the Civil War. His well-thought-out, detective-like case-solving drama called me across from the screen to burst out the ruffians of "Fuck" and "SHIT".
Cursing and cursing naturally put the dark history of being drowsy for the first 90 minutes behind.