Quentin Tarantino will always be one of my favorite directors of all time. It was his PULP FICTION that first showed me a different perspective of how to appreciate a film — unorthodox and with an in-your-face attitude. But forward to THE HATEFUL EIGHT and into first 20 minutes of watching it, what I only feel is boredom. A high level of flatness that made me stop its viewing.
This is not the Tarantino who were pushing for a school of thought that is “in medias res”. Here is a Tarantino that is so self-indulged. Nothing’s wrong not giving a shit, as it is. But when the first important parts of a film wasn’t connecting to its audience, at least in the definition of its director, something must be wrong.
Thou I hope I’m wrong. And come the time that I will be watching this in full, I hope its ending will do some justice for an otherwise uninteresting opening scenes.
[written by: Dima]