Kill Bill
Tarantino is a fraud.
Quite obviously he enjoys making films. So much that he forgets that he has to show the movie at some point of time to actual people who are not privy to the thought processes in his mind that generated the narrative. He indulges himself to the point where you can almost imagine him sitting back with a smug expression and thinking how cool he is.
In Kill Bill, there are very few memorable dialogues a la Pulp Fiction since it is an action flick from the beginning to the end. The action scenes are beautifully choreographed and the last fight scene is particularly 
memorable as ‘The Bride’ Uma Thurman battles ‘O-Ren Ishi’ Lucy Liu in the snow garden. Uma Thurman is wonderful as ever and for once, Lucy Liu has a role which looks tailor-made for her. As the chieftan of the Yakuzi clan in Tokyo, she exudes a feeling of power and raw brutality. Tarantino loves to use opposites to create lasting effects.Check out the Nancy Sinatra track ‘Bang Bang’ which plays as the titles roll is an amazing track where a brutal story is told in a very soft and loving tone, or the character of one of Lucy Liu’s henchwomen who dresses in charming schoolgirl outfits but is more brutal than anyone else.
For the fans of blood and gore – there’s plenty. Every few minutes there’s blood spouting from a severed neck or limbs flying or eyes being gouged out. Tarantino lays it so thick that instead of being revulsed by it, it looks almost comic. Which brings me to my main point – if the movie is so good, why complain?
Tarantino has made a modular film divided into chapters. He has taken great care to see that each scene is executed brilliantly and in a unique way, but the overall effect is like watching 20 MTV movies strung together. Each scene stretches the limits of your imagination to the point where you are unsure if the director assumes us to be moronic, or whether the director is simply playing the fool. Sometimes the characters seem almost cartoonish (accentuated by Lucy Liu’s character who’s given an entire chapter of anime to show her history.)
Particularly irritating is Tarantino’s use of a condescending voiceover to tell the story which sounds like a parent narrating a story to a kid. Also whenever the characters open their mouths to speak (which is not often) the dialogues sound like they are trying awfully hard to be cool. Thankfully there is no monologue (like Samuel Jackson’s in Pulp Fiction) but you wish some scenes would end a couple of minutes early.
So all you Tarantino fans out there – watch and decide for yourself – I saw it and I still can’t decide if the movie is too good for me, or whether Tarantino has failed to pull a fast one on us this time.