Instinctive movie making.

Rating: Null/10 (31 October 2003)

Whatever Kill Bill's faults, at least it IS. Here's a film that does not pussy foot around, it goes straight to the nerve endings. With a preponderance of movie's in the cineplex that want to be everybody's best friend, I'm glad Tarantino had the guts to make a film that shirks off our advances and hangs out smoking in the bathroom.
Kill Bill is instinctive movie-making. The story (at least in volume one) is a straight path, one which Uma as The Bride cuts with a samurai sword. Everything that happens is part of an equation that even a fourth grader could solve. It's what Quentin scribles within the lines of his script that make everything so fascinating.
I must admit though, I was bothered by the Japanese in the film, as I live in Japan and speak the language myself. It was embarassing. And I wish they had kept it to a minimum since I had to watch it with native Japanese.

Go see this movie, if you like exploitation films, or just movies that come at ya looking for a fight.