If you're working in Hollywood, and planning on making it big with stylish gratuitous violence, give up now. You'll never top Kill Bill.
Kill Bill has been widely criticised as the triumph of style over substance. The movie says nothing. Sure enough, they're right. This movie goes absolutely nowhere, but then again, neither does a rollercoaster. You go up and down, get spun around and exhilarated, but in the end you come to a stop exactly where you started.
Kill Bill is pastiche from start to finish: an homage to genre. It's an homage to genres where the plot and characters were always secondary to style and atmosphere, and where the script was always just that little bit hokey. Tarantino's script is pared back, abandoning the crafted dialogue that made his earlier movies. Instead, he adopts stilted, vaguely uncomfortable cliches that along with the Sergio Leone-inspired music capture almost perfectly the tone of the movies he is imitating. Like all in-jokes, I imagine if you're not part of it, it could be very grating.
The body-count in Kill Bill is high, but only so high as to be comparable to the Stallone or Schwarzennegar vehicles of the 80's. What Tarantino excels at, however, even delights in, is showing you that death is messy. Mr Orange, shot at the start of Reservoir Dogs, and spending the rest of the movie dying painfully. Marvin has his head blown off in Pulp Fiction, and somebody has to clean the blood and brains out of the car.
Nobody dies cleanly in Kill Bill. The bodies don't fall out of frame with a minimum of mess. They fountain unnatural torrents of blood and stay where they lie, or they crawl out desperately with what limbs they have remaining. There is no sanitized violence, there is only brutality. Tarantino's most impressive accomplishment with Kill Bill is that we're never allowed to identify with Uma Thurman's character's revenge. We're allowed to sympathise, sometimes, but the road she travels is so drenched in blood that we can't ride it with her.
If that doesn't bother you, go see this movie.
> They fountain unnatural torrents of blood ...
Well, when fighting for your life your blood pressure does rise a bit, and if you sever a major artery it will come a gushing, but hey, what would I know! I'm just hoping that YOU ain't speaking from experience in such matters ;-)
In one scene, a character is decapitated. The blood gushes three feet into the air. Not just from one artery, but uniformly from the entire neck like some bizarre garden sprinkler. For at least five seconds, but it feels much, much longer.
What's even funnier (?!) about the fountain beheading scene is that the spray doesn't just stop. It ebbs from its peak height four or five times before (IIRC) the character falls to the floor and off-frame. Kind of sad, actually.
i was very dissapointed when i went to see kill bill, from the trailer and interveiws i was expecting a non-stop action packed film like Taratino actually said but it was nothing alike. It took around half an hour before getting into the real fightning scenes when she was in the bar and calls Luci lu out to see her. I thought the film would redimee itself at this point and get good. But the fight with her teenage bodyguard was lame and hardly lasted, all it was is Uma Thurman jumping from table to table then flukely managing to kill her. It then moved onto loads of quards circling her, i was given high expectations about this part and i thought it would be brilliantly but once again it turned crap, went into black and white and looked crap. Finally there was the luci lu fight, ment to be 15 minutes long but it wasnt even that and most of it was them stood still staring at one another. Altogether it was ahuge dissapointment to me and won't be seeing the sequal.
Mr. James donnald, you dont know what the f*$ck you are talking about, did you even see the movie? The first fighting scene is actually within the first 10 min of the film; when the bride fights vivica a foxes character. I recomend you actually watch the film; this time without a needle in your arm.
I love the Vol1, it was great, and btw for those who got no brain cells left, THE BLOOD IS NOT FOR REAL, the movie was filled with action, the musics were awsome, its a jap style movie like in the 70s so you cant expect a love story, its an action movie with lots of humor to it, nothing serious in this movie, and the action fighting scenes were awsome, great action, blood everywhere, head feets arms flying everywhere it was so funny.
One of the most entertaining movie I have seen, its not suitable for children doh way to much blood for them.
If Japaneese anime, and US 70's pop culture had a child, it would be KILL BILL. Though there are so many other genres of film, style, and storytellign in this movie.. you never shake an all-too-familliarity of the whole experience. There are DEFINETLY other genre's that are paid homage to in this movie, but they somehow add to that overall affect that this is something built with tools from an older generation.
This movie is cinematography at its finest, and though there are other, greater stories told.. this one's told with so visual fluidity... that you don't remember that for a SECOND while the movie is rolling. Kinda rare to watch a movie that makes you want to keep your eyes on the center of the screen and concentrait your perspective out, as not to miss anything.
Just what is it that's supposed to be so cool about Kill Bill? If it weren't for the fact that all the killing was being done by sexy, young women sometimes dressed as Japanese high school girls, you'd think there was nothing you hadn't seen before. Big names, Hollywood, huge budget: the reality is that it’s just a Stallone or Swartznegger film with unfamiliar figures dealing the violence. So what?
u fukin egit kill bill 1 is based on chieese style movies and thats how they die and get hurt ya big puff it ment to be over the top it ant ment to look real god u fukin yank are thick as shit sometimes and the 2nd kill bill based on westen shoot em ups (thats why it shit)
what a lil biacht you mofos are kill bill suked anus and Taratino is a weirdo like no other that guy wasted fifty gallons of blood to make a fighting scene.