Oh yeah, Kill Bill.
I went to see Kill Bill last week and promised a review. It was okay, full of cartoonish violence and fake blood. Tarantino is a disturbed gentleman, with some pronounced sadistic tendencies and a misogynistic approach to women.
That said, I found the movie a trifle boring. It was like I was watching somebody play Soul Calibur for two hours, with the Bride slashing her way through waves of underlings to get to the ‘mini-boss’ (Go Go) and finally the level boss (O Ren Ishii). The final ‘boss’ showdown with Lucy Liu in the garden with snow falling was achingly beautiful, but overall I felt like it was a waste of time. Kill Bill certainly doesn’t have the visceral pop and crackle that Reservoir Dogs or Pulp Fiction had.