What Got This Director Here?: Mostly Pulp Fiction.
My Favorite Past Experience Was…: Pulp Fiction.
What Did I Watch: Seen everything, so I rewatched Hateful Eight and Jackie Brown.
Where Does He Fit: By this point, it’s hard to argue that Tarantino doesn’t know how to compose an image, but Hateful Eight shows his scripting indulgences running wildly out of control into a three hour stream of vomited rage over the injustices in America’s history related to slavery. All very well and good, but nihilism gets wearying when you make it so damn aggressive and constant. Tarantino’s obsession with slurs hits creepy peaks, and the pacing is a nightmare of sitting around, waiting for a plot point to kick in as we enjoy small reliefs like MUSIC TIME’S OVER! or the small amount of exteriors.
Anyone who claims Jackie Brown is the worst Tarantino film either takes the man himself too seriously (he blatantly does not like that it was an adapted work in retrospect) or really has a buried problem with women. Hugely reductive, perhaps, but the fact that such a smart, pointed study of aging with two all-time great Tarantino performances from Robert Forster and Pam Grier got turned into his weakest because it lacked hitmen discussing cheeseburgers is painful (and I think Pulp Fiction is his best). The ending is his all time best, the sort of happy ending that feels earned.
Most Valuable Asset: Punctuation of dialogue within references.
Most Excited For: Whatever he does next…sort of. His last two works were not good.
Did They Deserve a Spot?: Yes, albeit a lower one.
Coming Up Next: Victor Fleming, king of 1939.