Blah, I really didn’t care for this film. I generally enjoy Quentin Tarantino movies but this one just fell very short for me. It seemed more like an exercise in ego (not that other filmmaking isn’t) than a true tongue-in-cheek, intentionally violent, vulgar QT film. The damn thing was nearly three hours long; I almost fell asleep. The intro was excessively long, the first act was excessively long, and everything up until the last thirty minutes was excessive. Tarantino didn’t leave enough on the cutting room floor, period. This type of film genuinely should never be more than two hours, it is unnecessary and just plain painful for the viewer. As for the storyline, it was exactly as titled – hateful. Maybe the state of this country makes me more sensitive to it but I couldn’t stand the bigotry. A lot of it seemed uncalled for, even though my viewing companion claims that the ugly parts of this movie is an expression of Tarantino’s own inner demons. The racist homophobe who hates women and secretly wants to beat them up. Owning those parts of him and apparently pointing them out as problems with our society as a whole. I get it. I just don’t like it shoved in my face for two hours and forty five minutes with seemingly uncalled for vulgarity. Ninety minutes would’ve sufficed. Then one could argue that an entire race has it shoved in their faces every day of their lives and that just makes me sad. It also makes me want to make a documentary on the movement rather than a narrative that may glorify these disgusting characteristics to some ignorant bastards.
I don’t know, I’m conflicted but my gut just said “no.” Django Unchained dealt with a similar theme but he was a hero that fought against his oppressors to save his love and life, so it was easier to take. I suppose this was a follow up to that story since it takes place a few years after the Civil War and features Sam Jackson as a veteran. Instead of there being a clear hero or triumphant resolution, with the Hateful Eight you simply have a bunch of ignorant folks shooting each other trying to get to the truth of what exactly occurred at Minnie’s Haberdashery. I guess I just didn’t care what happened. No one in that storyline made me want to care; I wanted them all to die so I could pee then go home to sleep with my date. Why wouldn’t it end??!!
I would say this is my least favorite Quentin Tarantino movie, even beyond Pulp Fiction that scarred me for life at 15 years old. I give it two and half spectacles out of five.