Three hours that I will never get back

Rating: 3/10 (11 January 2016)

As many of the other reviewers have stated, I will start by saying that I was a rabid Tarantino fan since the beginning. The operative word being "was" because I can't help feeling that the overstuffed creative genius has lost his mind. This film was at least an hour too long,twice as vulgar as it needed to be, liberally gratuitous with gore, unfulfilled plot lines and unnecessary sexual perversion that added very little, if anything at all, to the story.
To be fair, I thought it started out with great promise in the opening dialog, setup and especially the cinematography. The music was impressive and did not blow out the dialog as many modern films do. But the last 45 minutes undid all of the pleasure I took from the performances by this (mostly) highly skilled cast. Why is Michael Madsen still getting work? He must have a personal services contract with Tarantino, Do we really need chapter headings for a film made in the 21st century? When a movie is this long, every extra second spent in the quiet darkness of a near empty theater house becomes agonizing while waiting for the payoff finale that never quite arrives. Could have saved at least a minute or two by dispensing with that crap.
If this is the kind of message that we want to send about American art, it becomes easy to see why we are under fire from so many cultures. Sorry Quentin, but our divorce is final. By the way, I did enjoy the popcorn.