Chapter 1: Take Your Time?
When the handbill says “dead or alive”, the rest of us just shoot you in the back from up on top a perch somewhere and bring you in dead over a saddle. But when John Ruth the Hangman catches you…you hang.
Quentin Tarantino presented his film in five chapters. He shot it on 70mm film, which had equal visual splendour as Star Wars: The Force Awakens, probably thanks to Robert Richardson—multiple Oscar winning cinematography, e.g. Hugo. And boy did he let us see it. In this film there are long establishing shots. Mostly of stagecoaches fleeing from a blizzard.Wonderfully accompanied by the unmistakable sound of an Ennio Morricone score. But, with a blizzard cold on one’s heels, you want the characters to fly, to find shelter and safety. Tarantino loves to toy with this feeling in his audience and he did so effectively here. That said, less would have been more. Once this feeling peaks, he should cash in on it, not let it linger so that it weakens. He is no Terrence Malick–The Thin Red Line.
John Ruth (Kurt Russell) and Major Warren (Samuel L. Jackson) standing in the snow, while O.B. (James Parks) impatiently waits on the stagecoach. The Hateful Eight © 2015 Weinstein Co.
Chapter 2: How many people come along for the ride?
You got business in Red Rock?
The title suggest eight people, but inside the stagecoach only fits four, so either they are counting the corpses (bounties) on the roof, or we must hang in to get to the full crew. But why eight? The obvious reason is that it is one more than the Magnificent Seven, a group holed up in a Western town for the noblest of reasons—to stand up to injustice and to protect the innocent. Well Tarantino does not traffic in innocents, even here those who might be considered innocent have their flaws. With a blizzard going on, the only threats from the outside here are the elements themselves. Another difference is the inclusion of a woman and a Black man. The diversity of the Magnificent Seven was probably solely encompassed by Yul Brynner. Considering Tarantino’s last two pictures starred Christoph Waltz, it must have been difficult to turn back to his original European favorite, Tim Roth—Mr. Orange—as the English Oswaldo Mobray.
SHUT THE DAMN DOOR! as told by Kurt Russell and Jennifer Jason Leigh (Daisy Domergue) into the ear of Bruce Dern in Minnie’s Haberdashery in The Hateful Eight.
Chapter 3: Stuck in the middle of this one room house with you.
Yeah, Warren, that’s the problem with old men. You can kick ’em down the stairs, and say it’s an accident, but you can’t just shoot ’em.
With this setup, after taking a long time to get here, we finally reach the mystery. The pacing does not increase and we are treated to more weather shots and a charming scene in a barn between Major Warren—Samuel L. Jackson, Star Wars’ Mace Windu—and Señor Bob—The Heat’s Demian Bichir. What has carried the film to this point, and really starts to shine hereafter, are the performances. Bruce Dern proved an excellent old Confederate General. With the level of acting, the script could have cut much of the backstory that the characters provide for each other. Also, THIS IS NOT A FAMILY MOVIE. The effusive usage of racist and sexist language is not why I say this. The male frontal nudity is not why I say this…it is because of the highly disturbing scene that Major Warren conjures to infuriate that old General. It took balls to shoot that scene.
Tim Roth and Walter Goggins (as Chris Mannix) in The Hateful Eight, inside the haberdashery, trying to keep warm.
Chapter 4: It takes balls to make this movie.
He’s worth ten of you.
At last the real mystery gets going. Everyone loves the mystery. While I, for biased reasons, may have wished for Hercule Poirot to be present, or at least a Sam Spade, we have none at our disposal. Without their moral anchors we have a host of villains, or at least not heroes. There is one notable exception. The one who is worth ten of another, or perhaps any other of the eight. His death is gross. But a viewer should expect that from a director who loves cheap horror. Like most of his movies, this is a genre bender: Mystery, Western, Action, and Gore. I was going to say, I do not know which is more unpleasant A or B, but I liked this movie and do not want to turn people away based on how bad A and B sound in a review.
Chapter 5: Houston We Have an Irreversible Problem.
Hey, Dave, ask me if my ass is fat!
Clearly in movies like Pulp Fiction Tarantino showed how much he likes to show a scene from another character’s point of view. He enjoys providing the viewer with a scene, which the viewer already thinks she knows. It is only natural to connect the panels. I am a fan of this kind of reveal, even if it lacks the panache of Hercule Poirot explaining everything.
Chapter 6: Take a guess how this one ends.
Come out of there you bushwhacking sack shooter by the time I count to 3, or I will shoot this bitch in the face.
One of my major complaints about Tarantino was how his sources received insufficient credit. Reservoir Dogs, for instance, took the look of A Better Tomorrow II and the last 30 minutes of plot from City on Fire, yet it gets hailed for its originality. And, like there, this here is a classic Quentin Tarantino ending, which I, except for Reservoir Dogs, like. The cinematography is generally great and the music delivered. On the whole, this is a new movie that takes some of the best of what Tarantino has to offer, puts it in an interesting, gory mystery and then adds lots of time. ***½