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Sucked.
There was some nice design, some nice cinematography, a good anime sequence, and... well, there you have it. The fight choreography left me utterly bored, because it was all kill and no battle. I got the feeling that if this had been a porn movie, it would have descended into a 45-minute sequence of cumshot after cumshot after cumshot. Maybe it's a chick thing, but I need foreplay.
I was also irritated by deliberately stupid choices, such as Uma Thurman waking up and immediately saying "four years!", as if she'd had a calendar inside her head during her coma. Next, in that same scene, Tarantino closed in as he made her wank up a fake cry for her lost baby, whereas I much prefer directors who use a more indirect way of showing emotional distress, because as it was, I was watching an actor cry, not a character. I wish Fassbinder were still around. On the other hand, if it was Tarantino's intention that I not give a shit about his heroine, then fine.
I don't believe that everyone in the world finds Uma Thurman's feet as fascinating as Tarantino does.
And with such inspired writing as
"Silly rabbit."
"Tricks..."
"...are for kids."
I just might have to hang up my gold-nibbed pen for life and choose another career, like selling mulch. Having said all this, I will probably see the next one, but not if I have to wash my hair that night.
Oh wait! I do have one good thing to say. In the final showdown, there was a sequence that seemed almost a minute long where Uma and Lucy were staring each other down, neither one making a move, and the excellent souped-up mariachi in the soundtrack was so full of momentum and energy; even though the actors were in almost total stillness, it gave the impression that the fight was in full swing. That was exciting. |
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