Kill Bill: Vol. 1

Several years after the unbearable hype faded, Kill Bill is still a spectacle that has no equal in the realm of multi-genre action. Despite Quentin Tarantino being somewhat annoying from a media standpoint during this period, his sense of the tempo of revenge, the soundtrack, and the supporting characters were almost perfect. And when Hattori Hanzo appears and I have to swallow all my previous judgements, there is nothing left to do but give it five stars. (04/20/2005)

A cool rip-off of Shogun Assassin with references to a couple dozen other films. One big stylistic exercise, which in the shadow of the brilliant Volume II completely loses its meaning and unnecessarily takes away from the credit of the whole. ♫ OST song rating: 4/5 (03/17/2023)

Classic Tarantino - some here will celebrate him, others will hate him. Personally, I don't know. Until the final fight I thought it was a decent average, but then it turned into such incredibly stupid crap, with people flying through the air like in The Matrix and blood spurting out of limbs, it made me wonder whether Quentin was just fucking with us. Uma Thurman in the lead role is now a cinematic icon, Tarantino in the chair is admirable, but this is more like one big parody. There are lots of sidetracks from the plot, some scenes are great, others nonsensical as if from another movie, but the finale (girl with a ball, screaming Japanese guys, blood…) killed any attempt at a legitimate action flick and turned Kill Bill into one big WTF. (03/28/2022)

The positives are clear: it's nice and colorful, it's got a good camera and nice hit music. It also has a "cool" pulp aesthetic. That's what pets like, right? And it's sweet postmodern “shit". A beautiful video clip. Great craft, Quentin is good at that. As well as magnificent boredom and the best filmed vacuum I can imagine. Pulp Fiction may have been silly, but at least it had something inside. Kill Bill is only able to pile up clip sequences and obscure the absolute lack of narrative dynamics with subtitled chapters, nice manga sequences, and a stylish (and utterly self-serving) narrative multi-voice. Dear Quentin, I thought I didn't like you, but Kill Bill brings a whole new intensity to our relationship. And Uma is quite pretty... It's a good thing you and I have something to talk about, man. Bleh! (09/21/2005)

The last time I met Bill was about twenty years ago. Since then, time has taken its cruel toll on me and David Carradine. I gave this film five stars back in the day, and I'd happily give it five stars again today because I enjoyed all those gory action scenes (yes, including the animated ones) and the cheesy clichés that Tarantino deliberately used in the film (with glee, I’m sure). I was even willing to get over all those many logic holes except for one. The waking up from a four-year coma was a bit too much for me. I guess I take it personally, but I just couldn’t get over that bullshit. I was only dead for four days, spent the next month staring intensely at the ceiling, and when they finally managed to sit me up after that relatively short period of time, I found that the speed of the earth's rotation had dramatically increased, so I had to be propped up to keep from collapsing. And then it took ten days of practice before my useless rubber limbs started resembling legs again. So, all that nonsense about just thirteen hours after four years made me take one star off my rating. Otherwise, the film was a standard Tarantino wackiness (just the way I like it) as in: a lot of severed body parts, oodles of blood (black and white, animated, and regular), and a bunch of over-the-top nonsense (the kind that I didn’t mind). I was just surprised by how light on dialogue it was. / Lesson learned: Enjoy life. (09/18/2022)