The Hateful Eight
Quentin Tarantino’s nasty new western isn’t an epic. Sure, it’s three hours long and shot in 70mm, but The Hateful Eight is a deceptively simple chess game that has more in common with Reservoir Dogs than Tarantino’s last two films. Even the title is misleading: I counted nine, possibly 10 characters that could be considered “hateful.” Bounty hunter John Ruth (Kurt Russell) is bringing wanted murderer Daisy Domergue (Jennifer Jason Leigh) to the Wyoming town of Red Rock to be hanged. Along a snowy mountain pass he encounters another bounty hunter, Major Marquis Warren (Samuel L. Jackson), along with Chris Mannix (Walton Goggins), supposedly Red Rock’s new sheriff. The group seeks shelter at Minnie’s Haberdashery, where other mysterious men are waiting out a blizzard. At least one standoff is inevitable. Despite the roadshow rollout, this isn’t so much a grand-scale epic as much as an Agatha Christie-style chamber piece. (In other words, you’ll be fine if you see it at the multiplex.) Sure, the photography is rich and pictorial—we see icicles dripping from the horses, and the deep focus works wonderfully for the lengthy interior sequences. But the characters and their shifting alliances drive Tarantino’s wicked stagecoach. The very slow first half pays off in the grisly second, and the performances are spectacular (particularly Leigh and Goggins). Tarantino’s suspenseful puzzle box requires patience—and rewards it.
by Ned Lannamann