Quintessentially Quentin

Rating: 8/10 (2 February 2016)

Despite failing to equate the virtual cult perfection of Pulp Fiction, and failing to eclipse the contextually emotional and vengeful Django Unchained, this film retains the fundamental core of outstanding storytelling intertwined with explicit violence that has earned Tarantino his legendary status.
If you are a genuine fan of Tarantino, you will enjoy this film regardless of its three hour run time. Formatted in a chapter fashion, The Hateful Eight reminisces of Kill Bill and the aforementioned Pulp Fiction. With the elongated scenes and in-depth, intricate dialogue, the film is engulfed with tension, intrigue and all the qualities required to lead my mind astray from the building ache in my buttocks due to excessive sitting.
Failure to appreciate the artistic beauty of Tarantino's shock value will ultimately leave you rather horrified due to the characteristic spewing of blood and an overtly disturbing scene regarding Samuel L Jackson's genitalia. But these reasons are why Tarantino is loved by so many.
With the acting predictably faultless, and a plot so expertly weaved, the attention of the audience is unhindered. The blizzard of suspense forces us to take refuge in the cosy yet hostile fascination with the 'who dunnit?'-esque narrative.
Not his best but still thoroughly enjoyable. Typically Tarantino. Quintessentially Quentin.