Art is not an excuse..

Rating: 1/10 (19 March 2018)

This movie is creatively written, I'm not going to lie. Tarantino does a masterful job of making you care just enough about even minor characters to make their senselessly graphic deaths even more grating. If you "enjoyed" this movie you should probably go to therapy. It's not always a bad thing for a movie to leave you feeling unsatisfied, especially if it has an important message. This movie did not. It was 168 minutes of crafting the most painful, gruesome, disturbing, deaths that it possibly could. For no other reason than to leave the audience either reveling in gore and horror, or, for those of us with a degree of consciousness, in a numb state of shock. We have this idea in western art-culture that immoral attitudes and actions are ok if they're done for art. Why? I've never heard even a half baked argument for this philosophy but it's common place amongst artists, film makers, and comedians. Tasteless is tasteless whether it's from the misogynistic drunk at the bar or the comedian on screen. There's no virtue in rebellion. Commuting sexual acts on a person for money is called prostitution and is considered shameful but if it's for art then "oh wow! The courage! The bravery!!". It's asinine. Prostituting your body for money is immoral whether it's done in real life or on camera. It's the same with celebrating darkness and pointless violence. Morbid fantasies are gross and should be avoided not celebrated, whether they're the act of an actual killer or a director. To try to argue otherwise is simply to excuse our own perverse curiosity as an audience.