Long boring film wastes good actors

Rating: 1/10 (10 December 2017)

Having finally watched the film, I am reminded that Quentin Tarantino lacks the directorial excellence of John Ford and Sam Peckinpah or the writing ability of Agatha Christie, making the film an unsuccessful mishmash of Stagecoach, Straw Dogs and Ten Little N*****s (the book was subsequently entitled 'And then there were none'). At least in 1939, Agatha Christie's readers would not have been as offended by the constant use of the word, as it came from a UK nursery rhyme; with Stagecoach, 1939 cinema audiences were treated to superb acting including an Oscar win and the 70s saw a streak of highly violent films, which were groundbreaking then. This film has none of these attributes – it is long, boring, farcical and wastes good actors and superb scenery in buckets of fake blood and repetitive swearing.