The Hateful Eight (2015): written and directed by Quentin Tarantino; starring Samuel L. Jackson (Major Warren), Kurt Russell (John Ruth), Jennifer Jason Leigh (Daisy Domergue), Walton Goggins (Chris Mannix), Tim Roth (Oswaldo Mobray), Michael Madsen (Joe Gage), Channing Tatum (Jody), and Bruce Dern (General Smithers):
I’m glad I didn’t see the Director’s Cut ‘Roadhouse’ version of The Hateful Eight because this version is already too long and that one is 25 minutes longer.
On the bright side, there’s a great 95-minute movie buried inside The Hateful Eight‘s repetitive bloat. On the dark side, The Hateful Eight‘s repetitive bloat. Tarantino’s homage to John Carpenter’s The Thing is very much in love with Tarantino’s dialogue because, well, it’s written and directed and at points narrated by Quentin Tarantino. If nothing else, it suggests that the on-screen love affair between Tarantino and the ‘N’ word that first bloomed in Reservoir Dogs has only grown more impassioned over the intervening two decades and change.
The actors are all fine. The action, when it comes, has the power to shock with both surprise and grue. The landscape is white and menacing. The characters never shut up. And a recurring bit with a door that won’t close may have seemed funny on paper, but it surely does wear out its welcome quick. I’d have liked more from Bruce Dern and Michael Madsen and a whole lot less from Walton Goggins, an actor I like but not particularly in this part. Taratino’s threat to stop making movies after this one… yeah, I’m fine with that. Because no one’s ever going to edit down a Tarantino movie to a length that works. It’s a lot more likely that his next project would be a four-hour remake of The Car entitled N*gger Car. Not recommended.