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Rosetta 2022-04-22 07:01:02
"The Hateful Eight": This is a movie with a distinct Quentin Tarantino style, similar to the narrative structure of "Pulp Fiction", the picture style of "Django Unchained", and the irresistible racial topic. The plot twists and turns, and there's even a passage of Samuel Jackson's neurotic recitation. Of course, all of this is based on the fact that you can accept the film length of more than three hours, and you have to be patient to watch the chatter for more than an hour before you can really get to the point, and this may be what Quentin gave his fans. After setting the threshold, everyone's image will gradually become clear in the conflict. Frequent foul language, unsuspecting bullets, and blood flying all over the sky together constitute a violent feast.
Extended Reading
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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!
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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?