Another Tarantino contrived art house flick

Rating: 6/10 (8 May 2017)

Am I the only one to state that the Emperor has no clothes? Why do people rave about Quentin's movies, when a good western remake like True Grit is lightyears better, and enjoyable to watch?
Quentin CANNOT make Westerns. This is evidenced first by his disastrous train wreck of Django. Now we have another western, again, teeming with black people and other bizarre out of place characters (a strange British fop) and out of place music.
This is a CLUE board game movie set in a cowboy snowbound cabin setting.
NOTHING about this movie makes any sense. The cabin itself is full of holes! The people inside have plenty of nails and lumber, as is evidenced by their insanely stupid 'door lock system' of hammering boards over the door every time someone comes in, yet they put zero effort into chocking up the many cracks and holes in the place.
The huge cast of black people, in a Wyoming set Western, makes absolutely no sense whatso-ever. Can someone tell me when it was finally legal for a black person to travel by stage coach? I'm guessing the 1930's? And only then with all-black stagecoaches and drivers?
So OK, this is a classic CLUE who-dunnit movie, set in a Western, with lots of quirky characters like Colonel Neo-nazi Mustard, Professor Hangman Plum, etc..
And as that, it is very poorly done. We have very few clues to work with, no meat at all except wild speculation leading to executions in some parts. We have glaring stupidity in others, like a shady Mexican who would call himself 'Bob' to avoid suspicion?
The central focus of the violence and mayhem in this movie is an EXTREMELY UNCONVINCING Jen J. Leigh as a high level gang leader who is facing the noose if her bounty hunter owner can get her to the city. She does NOT carry this role at all, and comes across as a WITCH, especially when she is literally covered in blood-vomit and has her teeth smashed in to resemble a vampire, a get-up she wears for half the movie. She cackles a lot too. So clearly, Jen was channeling CARRIE. The movie also takes a completely unnecessary side duck into softcore domination porn, something Quentin relishes in, witness the end of Pulp Fiction, that should have earned this movie an NC-17 rating, but if it's QT, they write it up to 'art' and move on. It's not art, it's disgusting soft core domination porn, and completely unnecessary for the script and the movie.
The movie ends with some gratuitous death-porn as we watch the witch slowly get hoised up to the rafters with a noose, slowly choking to death as the 'heroes' laugh and joke about her.
In between we are treated to endless hours of plodding dialogue, punctuated by the odd gunshot. After Django I swore I'd never watch another Tarantino Western again, and thank god I saw this on TV.