An exhilarating, genre-bending demonstration of both Tarantino’s wide love of film and technical command. Tarantino’s first three films are excellently written and conceptually brilliant, but have nothing like the thrilling scale (or budget!) of Kill Bill, his most stylish film.
Kill Bill definitely lacks the substance of Jackie Brown or Inglorious Basterds – although I do think there’s still ideas to chew on in Kill Bill; Tarantino’s intent to make a “feminist statement” (subverted gender roles, penetration motif, there’s lots to look at there), the mash of cultural elements, exploration of violence and redemption, etc. – but it wasn’t trying for it. It’s an ultra-stylish mash of genres that exudes Tarantino’s infectious love of film. The excellent soundtrack, Menke’s fantastic editing, there’s just so much to love here. A very enjoyable film.
I give it four katanas, and a cycle of vengeance.