Notable Cast: Samuel L. Jackson, Kurt Russell, Walton Goggins, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Demian Bichir, Michael Madsen, Bruce Dern, James Parks, Channing Tatum, Zoe Bell
As a cult fan, I love the idea of what Tarantino brings to his films. The guy has created his own niche of borrowed ideas, style, and cinema love for a new generation of film fans from an era of overlooked gems. I love that idea. However, the last handful of films has seen Tarantino generally lose himself in his own influences. While Inglorious Basterds made it work in some brilliant ways, Django Unchained started to crumble a bit as he catered to his own cinema arrogance. His films were getting too long, too wordy, and felt unfocused as he jams in too many concepts, plots, and characters. This is where The Hateful Eight comes along. A more stripped down premise, this cold western would seem like an antidote to Tarantino’s long winded and jumpy film aspects that were becoming cumbersome in his films. A weird blend of spaghetti western and Agatha Christie mystery, The Hateful Eight has massive potential and in its bare bones idea is perhaps the most wounded by Tarantino’s own elements. This film is too long, too wordy, and too jumpy for its own good despite its glorious moments.
Major Marquis Warren (Jackson) needed a ride and it just so happened an old acquiatence John Ruth (Russell) and his bounty Daisy (Leigh) come by in a stage coach. A blizzard is fast approaching and they are in a hurry to get to Minnie’s Haberdashery for some shelter. Picking up the “new sheriff” of Red Rock along the way (Goggins), they discover that Minnie’s Haberdashery is already occupied with some questionable folks…and tensions rise as they begin to suspect each other of evil intentions.
|"We're not blaming anyone!"
Unfortunately, these prime elements are resting in a film that has gone too far Tarantino. In the hands of the talented cast and director, this film could have been handled in 2 hours will the same exact impact and emotional tension without dragging on and on. Tarantino has always been known to get his character growth and establishment done in dialogue that never feels like exposition, but this film takes it to a new level. At one point, I actually thought to myself “yes, we get it, these guys are assholes with questionable pasts…let’s move on already.” The script, which unveils itself as a mystery as to who is scheming to save the prisoner, suddenly becomes second focus to just showing us which of the characters is more questionable. We cease to look for clues in the plot or the dialogue and become wrapped up in these cynical asses just trying to out asshole one another and it gets tiresome by the third act.
When the film does start to pick it up with massive amounts of gore and violence in the third act, it feels almost like a relief when compared to the entirety of tension building for the rest of the film. While there is certainly some payoff in this ending, including some very awesome cameos, it never felt like it was worth the massive amount of time the film spends setting up the conclusion. For a film that should feel like the most streamlined of Tarantino’s films (it only has one scene that is out of order from the rest!) it tends to meander too much and it makes it lengthy run time feel like it. There are even a couple of the ‘hateful eight’ characters that could have been cut completely and the film wouldn’t have felt all that different.
|Relax. It will find its audience.
BONUS RANT: I sincerely dislike the two times that the narrator (voiced by Tarantino himself) pops up in the film. Again, it’s a stylistic choice that doesn’t quite fit in with the film and it’s lacking cohesive appearance seems forced – like he didn’t know how to explain certain pieces of the script either visually or with dialogue so he just randomly inserts some narration.