I saw this movie today, and the word that kept coming to mind was "audacious." I'm not sure what other mainstream director could have pulled this off other than Tarrantino.
It starts early, when one of the opening titles reads "Quentin Tarrantino's fourth film." It's almost like he's saying, "Remember me? I'm considered one of the most influential filmmakers or recent times. And here's the kicker - I've only made three movies!" That kind of bravado might not work for a lesser filmmaker, but it really fits the Tarrantino aura. Of course, it doesn't hurt that he follows it up with an amazing film chock full of wonderful visuals, great audio touches, and more samurai swords than you can shake a stick at. (And really, if you see that many samurai swords, you probably shouldn't be shaking a stick at them.)
It doesn't have a lot of the Tarantino dialogue we're used to from Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and Jackie Brown, but that's supposed to be coming in Volume 2. Still, the dialogue scenes that are present crackle with his typical intensity.
Who knows. Maybe I'm still so swept up in the sensory assault of Kill Bill that I'm overlooking some flaws, but is that so wrong? This is exciting, adventurous movie making, and I'm salivating in anticipation of Volume 2.
A word of warning for the squeamish: The blood flows by the gallon here, even if it is done in a campy way. I was actually surprised that this didn't get hit with an NC-17 rating for violence, but maybe they figured that much of it was too unrealistic to warrant that.
It starts early, when one of the opening titles reads "Quentin Tarrantino's fourth film." It's almost like he's saying, "Remember me? I'm considered one of the most influential filmmakers or recent times. And here's the kicker - I've only made three movies!" That kind of bravado might not work for a lesser filmmaker, but it really fits the Tarrantino aura. Of course, it doesn't hurt that he follows it up with an amazing film chock full of wonderful visuals, great audio touches, and more samurai swords than you can shake a stick at. (And really, if you see that many samurai swords, you probably shouldn't be shaking a stick at them.)
It doesn't have a lot of the Tarantino dialogue we're used to from Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and Jackie Brown, but that's supposed to be coming in Volume 2. Still, the dialogue scenes that are present crackle with his typical intensity.
Who knows. Maybe I'm still so swept up in the sensory assault of Kill Bill that I'm overlooking some flaws, but is that so wrong? This is exciting, adventurous movie making, and I'm salivating in anticipation of Volume 2.
A word of warning for the squeamish: The blood flows by the gallon here, even if it is done in a campy way. I was actually surprised that this didn't get hit with an NC-17 rating for violence, but maybe they figured that much of it was too unrealistic to warrant that.
