Kill Bill Vol2 Review….BAD! Quentin Tarantino you stink.
You build me up and up into a state of amorous infinity and then you drop me down like a bag of constipated rhino shite (which, I should imagine, is very heavy).
I’ve spent precisely three days in a state of terminal mourning after seeing Vol2 on Friday, unable to smile at small children, pick flowers on a sunny day or simply to enjoy Sunday morning mass, life just doesn’t feel the same anymore. The twinkle of anticipation has left my eye only to be replaced with a big ol’ cist of disillusionment.
I loved you Quentin, the way you so beautifully captured the depravity of the human soul, let loose the restraints of taste and decency and replaced them with overblown gestures of unyielding brutality. The visually outstanding film that drops jaws, the witty, lightning speed and sharp as a razor’s edge dialogue melded by soundtracks so iconic they set the pace for the film within the first bar of the opening credits and continued to add shameless degrees of irony throughout the film. It all seemed so far away as I walked the lonely walk home.
Two fingers up to you Quentin for making me love you so.
Forgive me, I’m becoming emotional…
Vol 1? A good movie, stunning cinematography edited with pin point accuracy to coincide with the soundtrack, who here remembers the atmospheric changes with light, colour and sound that came with one blink of The Bride’s eye as she fought The Crazy 88? Just the stuff anyone who knows Tarantino looks forward to. Ooh and the beautiful scene in the snow with Lucy Liu?
But that just wasn’t there this time. Following Vol 1 I was certain Vol 2 would be the better film, so positive of it, call me a foolish person, tee hee, but I convinced myself that the second part would contain the stellar kind of acting, supplied by Michael Madson and Carradine, that the first half was lacking. Let’s face it, Uma Thurman, love her style think she probably had a great creative influence on the character but not a show stopping performance, unlike ex-husband Ethan Hawke in Taking Lives which I saw yesterday and have to say…bravo old chap, anyway, I digress. Vivica Fox & Lucy Liu both were ok but no stand out performances there either (and it’s not like they’re not capable of it either* see LL in Cipher).
Maybe I set myself up for a fall or maybe this is more of an underachiever than Jackie Brown, either way I don’t want you to loose the magic Q.T, because it’s so special and rare. Shrug off the wankers accusing you of ripping off other films, you never pretended otherwise, from the start you told us you wanted to make a movie like the ones you grew up with, I just wish you hadn’t have left your own touch out so completely.
In short; it should have been one film. The content of Vol 1 lacked the content of Vol 2, and the content of Vol 2 lacked the content of Vol 1. Please don’t tell me you put your ego above the overall film because you thought what you had shot couldn’t be lost? Noooo Quentin, should have got a shit hot Editor and made it one movie. Sob. God the tears are welling again.
Gutted. It was just bland, bland, bland. Mortified and still in shock.
It was like watching a John Woo movie, i.e. (for me) bog standard action.
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