Monday, September 30, 2013

The murderous Bride is back and she is still continuing her vengeance quest against her exboss Bill and taking aim at Bills younger brother Budd and Elle Driver the only survivors from the squad of assassins who betrayed her four years earlier. Its all leading up to the ultimate confrontation with Bill the Brides former master and the man who ordered her execution!

Review

So sad that this awful clumsy pastiche of clichés should generate so much sycophantsy in favour of that horrid little man Quentin Tarantino. This film has not even been out for five months and already it is at #117 on the list of IMDb top films of ALL TIME (!!). If you want to watch a REAL Western as opposed to a facsimile of a Western go and watch "ONce Upon a Time in the West" or even "The Searchers" again. Those films are difficult trying multiple meaninggenerating masterworks. Those films still seems fresh this one is tired and showoffy without having a real sense of CiNeMa about it. "Pulp Fiction" (Tarantinos only good film in my opinion) is worthy watch that again and tell me that this is not a vastly inferior work. Tarantinos cinema has always been plastic self consciously fake but at least PulpFiction dares to have fun with its genrebending tendencies. This film is merely a compendium of spotthefilmreferences with a couple of snide jokey one liners to compensate. It is a fashion magazinelike tour through the landscape of the Western and other less respectable genres (as observed in terms of the centre that dreary institution known as the AFI).

Granted it is nice to see interest generated in older and lessknown genres by younger generations but all this does is to highlight how much better those films are and how intellectually bankrupt endeavours like this are. It is for this film to be informed by the history of cinema but not for it to merely lift from that past willynilly without adding a iota of insight or critical metacommentary of his own. QT in my opinion is a brat who deserves a spanking with a large wooden paddle. He may embody the Northern Californian ideal a proud loudmouth not coy about much self consciously playing a role to his adoring fans a natural entertainer the grand high poobah of all film nerds (or "cineastes" whichever is preferable). That would be fine if the films were any good. Theyre not (beyond "Pulp Fiction" which as I have stated is an unqualified masterpiece). There is a lot of mythgenerating riding on the quality of that ONE film. Unfounded. And no dear fans I am not just jealous (a childish retort which seems to be bandied about quite often at sites like this).