Quentin Tarantino has made three of the greatest films of the last 21 years. Brilliant virtuosity propelled Inglourious Basterds, outright glee erupted from Django Unchained, and anchoring his entire oeuvre, Pulp Fiction is one of the most iconic films of all time, and a masterpiece.
The Hateful Eight is not in that class. But it’s darn good, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Despite its nearly three hour span, I slipped from its grasp only once, and very briefly. Some critics have likened the film to a bad play, but I didn’t get that feeling at all. I can see where they are coming from, but this is not a Mamet picture. Flashes of cinematic greatness dispel any idea that you’re watching a stage production.
Critics are sharply divided on this one, some giving a solid thumbs-down while others hail it as the best of the year. Check out the Tomato page to see what I mean. For me: I liked it a lot, but wished for the complexity of his better works.
A note on the presentation: The Hateful Eight features an overture and intermission if you see the 70mm presentation. I was not so lucky. It’s criminal that a movie which is supposed to include an intermission and overture is generally not being shown that way. Thank you AMC, not. I didn’t mind too much, though, as the story flows well without it. 8/10