pretentious rubbish
Pretentious, self indulgent nonsense Quentin please do not make a third.
The rip roaring rampage of revenge continues but this time a little more sedately and in homage to spaghetti westerns with a heavy dose of Ennio Morricone's music and shots reminiscent of Sergio Leone. I actually prefer Vol 2 over Vol 1 mainly because it's a more thoughtful and intelligent film. And of course here we have David Carradine as Bill, Michael Madsen on fine form as his brother Bud and the wonderful Daryl Hannah as the deliciously evil Elle Driver along with a Blade Runner death scene! Uma Thurman continues as the avenging assassin gradually working her way through her list of former colleagues who killed her fiancé and left her for dead. Things don't go all her way but her journey leads inexorably to Bill himself. Brilliantly edited with Tarantino's unique structure and he steals from his favourite directors and film genres without conscience. There's nothing wrong with this because as a whole this is a film that exudes originality. It's a cinematic treat.