Multi-pronged offensive weapons projecting from the cranium of a
male who has
something to say, and say again, and then expound upon, at length and in detail, with increasing volume, until his adversaries, and
even those who might under gentler circumstances have agreed with him, are driven toward quieter pastures.
He came out of the theater sharpening his rantlers, so aggrieved by the multitude of sins - factual, artistic, moral, narrative, historic, cultural, - committed by the
new Tarantino film - the sheer misdirection, when there had been so much to be made from the basic elements of the story, the irredeemable irrelevance of every central
character and most of the secondary characters, wasted plots twists galore, to no advantage, gratuitously altered realities, that interminable
shot in the second
act which had no place in the mise-en-scene...