The Hateful Eight


What I love about Tarantino is that, despite his love for gratuitous blood and gore and overtly racist—and this time misogynistic—dialogue, he’s a subversive genius. It’s like he’s going around violently flipping tables (ALL THE REVENGE) in order to reveal the larger issue hidden underneath (slavery in Django Unchained is the most obvious example), but his style of filmmaking is so loud and in-your-face the the issue uncovered by the table flipping goes largely unnoticed until long after the carnage has been dealt with.
If you can stomach hearing the cartilage break in Daisy’s nose, projectile blood-vomit, and watching a head (and a few other body parts) explode, I recommend you sit through The Hateful Eight to learn a thing or two.

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