When you have Sam Rockwell and Anna Kendrick, and a promising premise, how can you mess things up? Well, apparently by adding an unrealistic element to the mix and making a movie a little too surreal for ones taste. Therefore, Mr. Right almost hits the mark but misses, despite of the main characters great aim and awesome reflexes.
Please take into consideration the fact that the word hate might be too strong, but for the lack of a better reason, I really like it for the post title.
For a while, I was actually a bit hesitant to post about Quentin Tarantino’s latest cinematic experience. His eight movie, cleverly titled as The Hateful Eight, is a western that has elements of Tarantino’s earlier works but mostly it just falls short to be one of his better ones.
With a movie like Reservoir Dogs there’s so much to say but it’s super difficult to know where to start. I mean, how would you begin with describing Quentin Tarantino’s first movie which was followed by the beloved Pulp Fiction and a handful of other great movies? Especially in a situation where most Tarantino fans have already seen Reservoir Dogs and think you’re an idiot for waiting so long to finally see it. And as you start writing the review a feeling of quilt probably kicks in just because you truly are incredibly stupid for watching Reservoir Dogs for the first time in 2013 – so yes, I’m a fucking idiot and here’s my review!
I know-I know, the fact that today is the final day to finish my paper and most of my content is awaiting to be written, my blogging might become harmful. Yet, I wanted to put down this shorter review just as when the movie is fresh and get my fingers ready for some more extensive typing about sustainability and innovation. Yesterday, when my main task was also to study, I ended up watching Arbitrage instead. I can see a dangerous pattern forming here.