The sound of no hands clapping

Rating: 4/10 (20 October 2003)

I have no outstanding memories of this film whatsoever. There is Uma in a yellow jacket. Well, thats the poster. What else? My emotions remained wholly untouched, and my intellect stayed in bed.
At some point in the crush to rip off the past, surely you are supposed to do something clever and original, no? Some modern point, some latter day twist. Thats the deal isn't it? I get the old stuff repackaged, upgraded and given a bit of a shine. A little irony, a little sarcasm. A new message from old ideas. Respect for your elders, with the hip sounds of now. Sorry, no deal.
This film delivers your own DVD collection (and if you are a Tarantino fan, this statement is true) back at you with little interesting added. Crouching Tiger gave us strong women and male anxiety. The Matrix gave us some interesting questions about life. Mr Tarantino gives us a tricksy cereal box.
When this sort of film gets made elsewhere, one would expect on the stars to put in an over the top performance and make the film their own. But I suspect that this isn't possible with Mr Tarantino sitting on the chair. Someone somewhere needed to tell somebody something. Maybe the audience can.
So if you plan to see this film, buckle up for the ride. Then make sure you have a good film to watch afterwards to make the day worth while.