My biggest beef with this movie is the writing. Entire TV episodes, indeed, entire movies, could be squeezed into the overwrought waste of screen time in this movie where next to nothing happens. 35 minutes of chin wagging in a horse carriage descends to the 95 minute mark where the gassy dialogue continues inside the cabin. Then comes a ‘twist’ that confirms that the entire movie up until that point was redundant. It’s almost like the writer has no idea where he’s going, then finally has a script doctor come in and salvage the mess with the only ‘twist’ CPR routine. I felt robbed and unconvinced.
Much is made of Samuel L. Jackson’s black character being locked up with a band of rednecks and racists. The word nigger is used a lot throughout the movie, with Tarantino writing the character strongly as a rebuttal, it’s almost like he’s trying to pen some commentary on the multiracial make up of the emerging United States, but doesn’t quite know what to say. Instead he plays to the crowd with contemporary shock humour, it turns out that Samuel L. Jackson’s character boasts of having a man perform oral sex on him to his fellow guests, with a graphic flashback accompanying. Yet while everyone there calls him a nigger, none of them call him a queer. This may be standard fare in genderless 21st century Los Angeles, but in 18th century Wyoming? This shlock belongs in a Wayans’ movie, and John Ford is rolling in his grave.
There is stuff to like in here, no doubt. Kurt Russell is a fine actor with monstrous screen presence, so is Tim Roth. They make the best out of their roles, they help tension simmer, even if the writer doesn’t know when to quit and reorganise. The movie also looks heavyweight and the blizzard outside throws a thick atmosphere over proceedings. But for that, it’s not enough to make me want to watch this movie ever again. It’s highly disappointing, a waste of a fine ensemble and I wonder if that weighed on Tarantino’s mind when he pulled those anti-cop and ‘Black Lives Matter’ publicity stunts just as the PR window began in earnest. Oh yeah, that’s what they were, well timed publicity stunts.
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