Medals, Boris. We get medals.
Necessary viewing to understand the historical continuity of U.S. conservative worldview from before the nation's founding through the Civil War, and up to today, a worldview which matches this movie to such a degree as to be indistinguishable.
An atrocity. A vile thing. An open celebration of white supremacy, slavery, the Confederacy, and the KKK.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Jody: OK, gang, legendary bounty hunter John Ruth has in his custody my sister, a known member of our very famous gang of outlaws, named after me, Jody Domingre.
Jody: Her last name is Domigrue.
Jody: Ruth thinks that's her name. Maybe he made a mistake?
Gang: Even though she's a member of a famous gang of outlaws that's named after her legendary outlaw of a brother, and he's a bounty hunter with a seeming encyclopedic…
In my opinion, a masterpiece.
Every shot pops, every scene tells. One of the best scores ever (and one of the most counter-intuitive; I presume you could have chosen 100 different directors without another one deciding "I've got it—100% zither music!").
The cat. The foot. The light. The smirk. Best slow-burn reveal in film history?