Okay Quentin, we get it....you're allowed to use the "n" word.

Rating: 1/10 (15 January 2016)

This film has almost taken Tarantino to rock bottom basement. Turning Samual Jackson into a sex-offending racist doesn't make me feel any better about the rest of the racists in the room. If I'm not allowed, and I'm fine with it, to even write a specific word here on this site, what makes Quentin think I want to hear it 100 times in 160 excruciating minutes. Oh my God......my wife is African American; we love(d) Tarantino; what is he thinking? He has fallen into the shock factor safety net syndrome. If things get boring shout NI&&&R, or have Sam Jackson make a washed up rebel officer perform oral sex on him. WHAT? You can see what he was thinking: hey it worked in Pulp Fiction. And what a shame, all that talent, that beautiful cinematography.......what a pitiful shame. Q needs to go back to work at the video store where he was discovered, eat mac & cheese every night.......and use his genius. Write the truth Q. Even though his stuff was out there, it's beauty was in the fact that you heard truth. In HF8 I heard nothing but gratuitous racist crap and forced fake conversation. I was waiting for each character to raise their hand before standing to deliver a speech. Absolute garbage. Absolute trash.