Corona Coming Attractions wrote:Reviewed: Quentin Tarantino's "Kill Bill"
Darwin wonders what the hell happened to the guy who wrote "Reservoir Dogs"
Friday, June 28, 2002
KILL BILL, which clocks in at a ponderous and unnecessary 202 pages, is one thing: a self-indulgent mess.
It starts on the cover page. In a childish scrawl, it says:
[align=center]The 4th film by
QUENTIN TARANTINO
UMA THURMAN
is going to
KILL BILL
Written
&
Directed
by
Quentin Tarantino
Based on the character
of “The Bride,” created by
Q & U[/align]
The one thing I never thought I’d see from Tarantino is lameness. The reason we love PULP FICTION and RESERVOIR DOGS so much, the reason they are so long-lasting, is because of their moody coolness. Those movies defined their own cool, and though they might have been a hodgepodge of other films, it’s the swagger-step lurch of tough-guy chatter and braggadocio that propelled them along.
KILL BILL, on the other hand, is a sweaty, overworked disaster that reads like something a QT imitator dreamed up. Remember the TV show Mia Wallace talks about in PULP FICTION? FOX FORCE FIVE? Well, KILL BILL brings it to life. Only it’s not even as good or cognizant-of-itself as that fatuous TV premise.
The lead character, known as the Bride for most of the script, is shot in the head and slips into a five-year-long coma. It was her wedding day, and her past caught up to her in the form of her old boss and his coterie of female assassins. She is pregnant with his baby, but marrying another man. After they do away with her hubby-to-be and everyone else in the church -- including the poor organ lady -- Bill puts a gun to her head. She tells him she has his baby inside of her and he shoots her anyway. Unluckily for him, she lived. And when she awakes from that coma, she’s angry...and coming for him...and all those that have done her wrong. Cue the lightning effect and the hyped-up, remixed, funky ‘70s music.
KILL BILL stinks of an exhaustive effort to redo everything that made PULP FICTION so different and such a joy. The title cards and the “chapters” in the story. The glib dialogue pre- and post-violence. The warped timeline. Slick cut-aways and flashbacks. It’s all here. And it’s downright embarrassing. QT comes off as a desperate guy trying to recapture his old fame and renown. An aged guy past his time revisiting what people once responded to because he’s come to the end of his creative road. (That this is only Tarantino’s fourth go-round makes the whole thing even weirder.) For some reason, these quirks in form never come off as “a style”; it always reeks of self-imitation.
KILL BILL’s problem is that it has no story, no drive, no narrative thrust. Unlike PULP, which set its interesting characters through mazes of obstacles, KILL BILL has a one-track mind. The subhead of the title should be “How to Murder Your Enemies,” because that’s all we see. The entire script is nothing more than, no joke, protracted scenes where the Bride enters a room with a weapon, sees the person she wants to kill, and does. It’s not even like an action film where our hero must battle it out and we get a nice jolt from, say, someone jumping off a roof attached to a water hose. The Bride literally struts into a location and kills thirty guys with a sword. That’s it. Nothing more to it. These scenes are humorlessly and dully violent, with heads decapitated and limbs chopped off, and that whole hip, fatalistic view of death -- it’s just a thing -- seems absurd in this day and age. I guess it would be one thing to see the Bride whup ass a few times set within a story. As a matter of fact, females kicking ass is quite trendy nowadays. KILL BILL takes up the idea that you’ll want to see nothing but the Bride smashing men and women apart. It’s the same scene over and over again, a nightmare of repetition that blissfully orbits the same material in heedless ignorance or defiant hubris.
This is apparently an homage to QT’s beloved Hong Kong chop-socky flicks. In fact, the Shaw Brothers are mentioned so many times (we hear about Shaw Brothers zoom-ins and flashbacks) -- at one point we’re even presented with Shaw Brothers movies -- that I wondered why I didn’t forget all about KILL BILL and just rent one of their damn films.
The most staggering thing about reading KILL BILL is that you see Tarantino has not matured one bit since he wrote his first script. Maybe he’s even slipped back a notch. KILL BILL reads like a teenager’s idea of a “cool revenge flick,” the sort of thing Pam Grier starred in back in the ‘70s. “You did me wrong -- I’m gonna kill you -- blood, blood, blood.” If QT wrote his fight scenes like most people do -- which is to say with a one-sentence description, e.g., “They have a grand battle” -- his script would be about fifty pages long. The dialogue in this script is just terrible. Whatever ability QT had at writing the street- eloquent prattle of bad guys and gals has passed him by. There isn’t a memorable quote in this overlong script, and the pasty, dried-out, stilted dialogue we’re presented with reads like the instructions to your computer. (“Well that’s a demonstration of Bill’s complete ignorance when it comes to the subject of me, and what I’m doing, and what I might do. It’s mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack, not rationality.”)
There’s no doubt in my mind that PULP and DOGS were classics. I love them to death. But whatever QT had -- to write four excellent scripts (PULP, DOGS, TRUE ROMANCE, and NBK) -- it must have been a fluke. That’s what I believe now. After FOUR ROOMS, JACKIE BROWN and this -- which, though I didn’t think it was possible, is even more pitiful than JACKIE BROWN -- what else can you think?
Does QT really think people want to see this? The script is so one-eyed-blinded by its revenge plot that the story is like barreling down the road in an out-of-control truck. There are no left turns in the story. She sets out to kill everyone who wronged her that day, and does -- with a minimum of trouble. She has to stop to get a sword from some famous Japanese guy, she runs into trouble with Bill’s brother, but otherwise -- it’s sit back and watch the carnage. Setup and payoff. Which is the last thing you’d expect from the guy who dreamed up the twisty, loopy plot machinations of PULP FICTION.
I have no problem with violence in movies, but senseless, slick, indulgent violence in action movies does get on my nerves. And it’s on ample display here. Every single page of the script is chockablock with people being brutally murdered. That disregard for life -- where a woman shoots a man in the head without breaking stride -- has Tarantino not got beyond that? Being an adult now, a man who has gotten out of that video store and led a real life, hasn’t altered his view on life in any way? And what about Uma Thurman, who helped create this story -- doesn’t she, as a mother of two, feel a little odd making a movie so drenched in blood? So childishly and brainlessly set in its violent way? Sergio Leoni and John Woo, who inspired guys like Tarantino, showed a roomful of men going down, but without blood or gore. Guys like QT changed that, and in the ‘90s all the cynical, straight-out-of-film-school directors crafted all their hip, bloody violence in its high-contrast glory. It never bugged me, and I dug the show. But now -- in this time in our lives -- with all that’s happened -- call me crazy...but it just doesn’t work for me anymore. Not even in a movie can I just accept a person being savagely murdered. Death has a new number now, in 2002, and if QT can’t see that, he’s more lost than we know.
With the exception of maybe Nick Kazan’s ENOUGH (which is a sister to this project), I can’t remember ever reading something this inept. (Quick digression: someone stole from someone here; both movies are chick-revenge flicks, and they share the “chapters” in the story and the title cards and the big bloody showdown at the end; plus the two scripts have the same odd eccentricities in the prose.) The timeline shenanigans here are used for the same reason most people use them today: to mask how anemic the story is. The characters are emptily shallow. Our entire interest in this script is based on the Bride’s white-hot rage. But we never know her. QT gives her extensive voice-over, but she’s never talking about herself -- only explaining, in lengthy detail, the motivations of others. And what about Bill? Who the hell is this guy and what’s his story? He’s the leader of this dangerous group of killers, and apparently “the best assassin in the world,” but he leads a pretty normal, even domestic life. The Bride and Bill were lovers before she got pregnant and scrammed. Did she love him? Was it purely a boss-and-worker sex thing? We get a cool flashback to the Japanese killer’s past, but how did this group -- The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad (“D.iV.A.S.”) -- get started? What is Bill’s relationship to these people? And exactly what was going on between Bill and the Bride before she left? He more than happily put a gun to her head and killed her (or so he thought). And all because he felt spurned? The awkward conversation Bill and the Bride have in the end does nothing to explain anything beyond its facile border. Tarantino actually has a pretty cool story here -- about the D.iV.A.S. and the CHARLIE’S ANGELS-like missions they probably were involved with and Bill feeling betrayed and the Bride’s attempt at a new life (and how the group disbanded and each person went on to new things) -- but he’s too wrapped up in telling this moronic and simple tale of revenge to see the story for the trees.
Throughout the script QT strokes his own chain with utterly frantic attempts to be hip and “novel” again. To play around with screenplay/movie structure. For instance, we don’t hear the Bride’s name till almost the end of the script. Until that time, whenever someone says her name it’s bleeped out. (When you finally do get to hear her name it’s a goddamned letdown, and it makes no sense why we couldn’t hear it!) QT lists his own credits -- “The 4th Film by Quentin Tarantino” and “Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino” -- in the text! QT, my man, KILL BILL has to be much, much better for you to be that annoying.
The Bride makes one interesting stop-off in her flashbacks. We get to see her train with the famous, one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old Pai Mei. It’s sort of like KUNG FU and KICKBOXER, with the silliness ratcheted up. It was at the very least a fun distraction, if only for its ludicrous predictability and hokey dorkiness. You’ve seen it a million times before -- exactly as it’s presented -- but it makes for a nice aside, since it’s so out of place. (QT immediately contradicts the proficiency of the training by making the Bride walk into the most obvious, shotgun-behind-the-door ambush.)
KILL BILL allows QT to throw some of his favorite stuff -- Hong Kong flicks, Pam Grier, revenge blaxploitation films, CHARLIE’S ANGELS and ALIAS -- into a blender and mix it up. The fact that no one but him and Uma Thurman could enjoy this must not have crossed his mind.
Maybe someone like J.J. Abrams (creator of ALIAS and a great director) or Mike Bay could whip this up into a blistering, lightning-quick froth and spin you around so fast that you don’t notice the only thing you’re seeing is a woman monotonously kill a bunch of people. But Tarantino? QT’s style of directing is hands-off bordering on lazy, and if he intends to use that technique on his action scenes -- which consist mostly of the Bride slicing people -- we’re in store for a three-hour debacle that will once and forever erase the memory of his greatness.
Though I find this script deplorable and despise it, I’m simply keen to see it on the big screen. This will be the most spectacular failure since MYRA BRECKINRIDGE. I have no doubt that people will sit there, shell-shocked and bewildered, as they watch the body count rise and rise and wonder when the hell the story is going to start.
QT inspired a generation of filmmakers. And that’s a good thing. But KILL BILL almost surely signals that his time is over.
KILL BILL is a plodding, stiflingly stupid mess about nothing much more than the film-geek pleasures of reimagining someone else’s work. It’s silly and malodorous, lame and shameful, childish and petulant, self-engrossed and overextended, shortsighted and claustrophobic, and in the end even the script, just the words on paper, crumbles down upon itself and scatters in the uncaring wind.
-- Darwin Mayflower
Kill Bill megathread
1i have been mentioning the new QT project "Kill Bill". well, here's a review of the shooting script for you. i had hoped that QT would follow Jackie Brown with something more true to his roots, but apparently his downhill slide continues....
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