Another stupid overlong Tarantino-Miramax Oscar prone garbage.

Rating: 1/10 (31 January 2013)

Just like the previous installment "inglorious Bastaerds (or whatever)", Tarantino indulges himself in just another (did we really need it??) exercise of spaghetti-onanism.
The main question here is "What's the point?". Someone tries to justify the movie to me as an "authentic" (sic!!) depiction of black's slavery in America, to which I say "...Aaaaaw come on!... I've seen it much better done in the 70's in Alex Haley's Roots TV series!!!"... (and I need to say I'm really supportive of Afroamericans)
But of course, being a Tarantino movie, nothing is believable here. Everything is "hip". Suspension of disbelief is constantly blown away by that acute sense of being watching another kinky Tarantino tableaux, complete with those trademark Academy Award dialogs...
And when it comes to violence, oh my, it's impossible not to laugh at the involuntarily comic attempts at being voluntarily comic of all those Quentin's excesses "a la Peckinpah".
I can only salvage one shot in the whole overlong movie: the one in which Tarantino himself gets blasted to pieces, leaving a dark hole in the ground as only remains. If only...
A movie strictly for Tarantino fans, Sergio Leone's fans and retarded of all kinds.