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It was the worst movie I've seen in a long, long time. I can't remember the last time I had the impulse to walk out on a movie but if I'd been alone I would have. Bored me to tears, almost none of the jokes were funny, nothing happens, every scene is 1/3 too long. That's the same problem Peter Jackson had with King Kong, btw. A director is too busy smelling his own shit particles and massaging his balls while moaning sweet nothings to himself to listen to his editor saying, "Hey, Quentin, I don't think this sequence needs to be quite that long."

By about halfway through I couldn't wait for it to be over and it just kept grinding along, to my mounting disbelief. The female character was a vacuous, trembling, empty hot body. Sam Jackson was not even a tiny bit funny. I wanted to slap the various people in the theater who laughed every time he opened his mouth. "Oh! Look! A black man dressed as an older black man said something disrespectful to a white man in a movie about slavery! SWEET MOTHER OF MARY WHAT HUMOR!" God even the music was awful. I love Rick Ross as much as the next suburban-bred white kid but what the fuck was that song doing in there, thrusting its dick in your face after an hour and 45 minutes of setting-appropriate music?

The only redeeming qualities were the charisma of Waltz, Foxx and DiCaprio, who are all fun to watch. Especially Waltz. But all-in-all, what an atrocious shit dribble of a movie.

For the record, I'm not generally a Tarantino hater. I liked Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown and the Kill Bills a lot.

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samuel jackson was great.

these are my thoughts, copied from a post i made on lyle's forum:

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It was the worst movie I've seen in a long, long time. I can't remember the last time I had the impulse to walk out on a movie but if I'd been alone I would have. Bored me to tears, almost none of the jokes were funny, nothing happens, every scene is 1/3 too long. That's the same problem Peter Jackson had with King Kong, btw. A director is too busy smelling his own shit particles and massaging his balls while moaning sweet nothings to himself to listen to his editor saying, "Hey, Quentin, I don't think this sequence needs to be quite that long."

By about halfway through I couldn't wait for it to be over and it just kept grinding along, to my mounting disbelief. The female character was a vacuous, trembling, empty hot body. Sam Jackson was not even a tiny bit funny. I wanted to slap the various people in the theater who laughed every time he opened his mouth. "Oh! Look! A black man dressed as an older black man said something disrespectful to a white man in a movie about slavery! SWEET MOTHER OF MARY WHAT HUMOR!" God even the music was awful. I love Rick Ross as much as the next suburban-bred white kid but what the fuck was that song doing in there, thrusting its dick in your face after an hour and 45 minutes of setting-appropriate music?

The only redeeming qualities were the charisma of Waltz, Foxx and DiCaprio, who are all fun to watch. Especially Waltz. But all-in-all, what an atrocious shit dribble of a movie.

For the record, I'm not generally a Tarantino hater. I liked Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown and the Kill Bills a lot.