The Hateful Eight
A review of Quentin Tarantino’s eighth feature for 4:3.
The Hateful Eight wants to be treated like no work of studio-backed cinema in recent memory. It has been advertised as a fully formed cinematic experience running on the promise of a celluloid resurrection, replete with a roadshow 70mm release, an intermission and this overture. As an act of showmanship, The Hateful Eight is an interesting curio in modern movie history. As a standalone film, though, it is a lumbersome bore and a thoroughly ham-fisted journey through the heart of racism, misogyny and misanthropy.