"How many more pairs of those damned jeans are out there!?"
Far better than any killer object film deserves to be.
Don't tell Peter Strickland but I enjoyed this more than In Fabric because at least this has a decent third act.
Also, the army of killer designer jeans moved like Harryhausen's skeletons.
Definitely a film of two halves. The sexploitation stuff doesn't work at all. However, the final half is amazing, like Bresson and Antonioni collaborating on some bleak modernist horror film.
Second viewing and so much better. I really loved it. The only one I've really loved since Jackie Brown. Couldn't take my eyes off Brad Pitt and how QT shoots him. His silences are just as fascinating as Margot Robbie's, and that performance is so complex and all about what's not said. It's almost as if QT is losing his love of dialogue. The characters who compel are the ones who rarely speak. Most of his characters open their mouths…
