Is this the longest death scene in film history?
Could be a play! Has this ever been done? You just need buckets of blood, a 70s funk tape and a warehouse. Parts of this are pointedly 90s, like the slightly slow fade on the white font and the two-handed shooting. But it's a smart package, intelligently written (if completely a dude movie). There's just one woman character: she gets her car jacked and flashes across the screen in about 3 seconds. And of course, we have one of my favourite plot mechanisms, the psychopathic wild card character. (Is Vic Vega not the coolest character name to date? C'mon). I felt slightly cheated not seeing a jewelry store interior scene: what happened exactly? What kind of loot were they after? Instead, Tarantino has the characters talk it out, describing how Vic Vega went apeshit. OK, I admit it: I did not remember how the torture scene ended and started to get nauseous. That plus Tim Roth slipping around in his own guck for 99 minutes: is it all too much? What about the neverending birth in
A Cock and Bull Story (2005), is that the female equivalent?
A far worthier tribute to
The Taking of Pelham One Two Three than literal, brain-dead remake done last year. Wonder where they got the elephant tusks from. Are those things for real?
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