I love Quentin Tarantino, I really do, but man… 3 hours and 7 minutes is a long-ass time for a movie that’s like, 90% dialogue. That’s not to say I lost interest, because I didn’t. I knew what was coming… that Tarantino ending. The payout I was waiting for. If I stopped 2 hours in and abandoned the trek, it’d all be for naught. So you best believe that I toughed it out.
Nothing about The Hateful Eight was boring – Tarantino doesn’t do boring. It’s dark, it’s unrealistic, it’s gory (at times)… it’s everything I’ve come to expect from a movie directed by the Tarantines himself. You’ve got a roster of A-list stars who are typical of his movies – Samuel L. Jackson (True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill, Inglourious Basterds, Django Unchained and now, The Hateful Eight), Walton Goggins (Django Unchained), Tim Roth (Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Four Rooms), Michael Madsen (Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill). Tarantino loves to build a relationship with his stars and reuse them again and again. He also added Kurt Russell to the roster, as well as Channing Tatum, who surprised me by doing a decent job!
The overuse of the n-word doesn’t particularly agree with me. I get that he’s trying to be historically accurate of the time period the film is set in, but it was juuuust a bit excessive at 65 (I didn’t count myself, though, so I could definitely be wrong) utterances.
To be honest, it wasn’t my favourite Tarantino film… not by a long shot… but I did enjoy it. It was interesting, it was a bloodbath (as is his modus operandi), and it was thrilling, at least at the end. Solid watch! Solid watch.