I truly have no idea what to make of this film.
Maybe it's the married man's anxiety over his wife's sexual thirst posing as a horror film.
Maybe it's a political film about... I don't know what.
Maybe it's another film about doplegangers and our unending desire to have a second self.
I really don't fucking know. But I'm happy to wrestle with it because what's the damn point of film right? What's a film supposed to do? It should probe you and scare you and make you question...everything.
I find it strange that this movie is so popular. I see 'bros' quoting it and they always have this next to Goodfellas and The Sopranos and Entourage in their collection of movies. I think a lot of people like it for the wrong reasons. They like the violence and the guns and DENIRO. But for me this is the quintessential art house film. It's ambiguous in it's meaning, it has no plot, it's main character has a lot of…
Jackie Brown, Reservoir Dogs, Inglourious Basterds, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction. Quentin Tarantino's filmography reads like a symphony of revenge, blood, sam jackson and laughs. His latest entry, also a two word title, is Django Unchained. And it may be his best movie yet.
Revenge has really taken a hold of QT's writing as of late. He seems to really get inspiration from these characters that are hell bent on hell sending. If you thought the protagonist in Kill Bill was…