Expecting quality control from a talking animal movie
nowadays is like asking for the world to start making sense: Most of us would
appreciate it, but the chances of it actually happening seem to keep shrinking
with each passing day. The latest effort in this undermined subgenre is yet
another piece of disposable product designed to be shipped directly to the
bargain bin, but this seems to be yet another new variety of bad, even compared
to the films I’ve already covered on here. It’s not just bad; it is so lacking
in quality control that it can’t even maintain consistency in its badness. And
no, that doesn’t mean that it occasionally stumbles into competency. It just
means that it goes from bad to a different kind of bad and back again.
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Sunday, 17 January 2016
The Hateful Eight (2016) - Movie Review
No other singular person in the world of cinema has given
more credence to the importance of the screenwriter than Quentin Tarantino. He’s
basically an alternate reality version of Randal from Clerks who decided that,
rather than bitching about how shit movies are nowadays, actually did something
about it and began making his own. After starting off his career with a loud
bang with the festival success of Reservoir Dogs, he continued to carve a name
for himself with his unique approach to character writing and his homage-heavy
fan-boy sensibilities as a story-teller. Unless we’re talking about the
film-about-nothing Death Proof or the comedic abomination that is It’s Pat, you’d
be hard-pressed to find a film in his filmography that is abjectly bad. So,
naturally, when news hit about his latest release, weather reports also came in
of a tidal wave of fan-boy drool that threatened to destroy the world. Then
there was news of Tarantino taking the film on a roadshow screening tour of
Australia, in crisp 70MM film stock. Would probably lose my buff card if I didn’t attend something like that, so
bear in mind that everything that follows may differ from the traditional
theatrical release as the version I watched was an extended cut. This is The
Hateful Eight.
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