Nat thought yeah… but.
I should probably watch this again, think about it properly before I burden the world with an opinion, but who can be bothered with all that? I’m just going with first impressions. Since it’s currently 7am and I had a terrible sleep, they might not be the most intellectual or observant. But yeah, whatever, who needs intellect?
I’m not going to summarise the plot for you. If you’ve committed yourself to watching a Quentin Tarantino movie, you don’t need to know that. All you need to know is that it’s bound to be the best thing you’ve watched in quite some time. So if you haven’t heard of it (really??) just sit back and enjoy the surprise.
Oh ok, maybe this still will give you a clue.
But having just watched Kill Bill a week ago, I found myself slightly underwhelmed by Django (and suffering a couple of Inglorious Basterds deja-vu moments, but whatever). That’s not to say it’s not a great film. It is. But unfortunately I can’t help comparing it. I realise it’s going to be very difficult for Mr Tarantino to ever totally blow me away again, and that’s a bit sad. For me, with Kill Bill he raised the bar so high not even his beloved Superman could clear it. Well OK, maybe I’m exaggerating… slightly.
What’s my problem then, you say? It has everything you’ve come to expect from a QT movie; dialogue which is a language lover’s heaven (seriously – this has the best dialogue in a movie since… well… since Kill Bill), rivers of blood and copious body parts spurting everywhere, a hero out for revenge, small parts played by long forgotten actors (hello Don Johnson) and a quirky and ironic soundtrack sure to give some eclectic, relatively unknown musician a brand new fan base.
That’s not Colonel Sanders by the way. Continue reading