Commentary on "The Hateful Eight" - A Rhapsody of Indulgence of Sin

Andy 2022-04-20 09:01:06


[Kodo DarkLord/original comment] Quentin's works always have some elements of personal style, for example, whether it is the "The Hateful Eight" that I watched last night or the "Django Unchained" that year , there will always be an exaggerated carriage staggering into the audience's field of vision at the beginning of the movie; and Samuel L. Jackson's distinctive appearance, accent and acting skills also make him one of the royal actors of this talented director . As the first movie I watched in 2016, "The Hateful Eight" is, in my opinion, an indulgent rhapsody of sin. The picture of the film shot on 70mm film has an old and simple charm; the soundtrack full of folk style is sad and beautiful, very pleasant. In terms of plot, the film has a dramatic appeal from the beginning, and then Quentin's unique violent aesthetics and dark humor are mixed into the notes that bloom in this crazy music - slapped by Jackson The flying female bandit dragged the bounty hunter who handcuffed her to her arm and rolled off the carriage; the door of the inn was nailed down to prevent the wind, so every time she entered and exited, it had to be kicked open; and - the most personal style of the director ——The brains in the pudding-like head exploded like jam in slow motion, all of which are enough to make fans who are obsessed with Quentin and violent aesthetics laugh out of their breath... Undoubtedly, this film from scratch The work that is full of the director's sincerity and indulgence to the end is a beautiful work of art. It's just that the artwork isn't without its flaws - aside from the overly verbose lines, the film does end up inexplicably, with Walter Goggins' Mannix's unreasonable conscience finding at the end, and Samuel L. Jackson's The plot of hanging the female gangster together makes no sense to me, would it be more reasonable if Manix killed the black man and finally killed the female gangster before being killed by the gang (I don't mean better) ) ending? Of course, there is no doubt that the last two people are covered in blood lying on the bed with a sense of picture and fate. To sum up, combined with the new scoring standard, 8 points are recommended, and the new year has a good start.

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  • Abelardo 2021-10-20 18:59:39

    I don’t know how to express my love for Quentin. I can only say "Director, you must die later."

  • Adelbert 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    Both the story and the way the story is told are boring, Quentin is also a rhythm that runs out of talent

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?