Quentin Tarantino’s new film is set some time after the American Civil War (1861-1865) and tells the story of two bounty hunters (Kurt Russell & Samuel L. Jackson) and a sheriff-to-be (Walton Goggins) who are headed towards Red Rock, alongside an outlaw (Jennifer Jason Leigh) with a $10,000 bounty on her head. Because of an unexpected blizzard they are forced to seek refuge in a stagecoach lodge, outside Red Rock, together with four other lodgers that were already there. Thus begins a series of plots and subplots, storytelling and many -many- lies.
Self-reference is evident in Tarantino’s eighth film, which has every one of the elements that made him famous: humor, action and over-the-top violence. Even if the film falls into the category of spaghetti western, the Hateful Eight is at the same time an excellent mystery film with quite a few plot twists (à la Agatha Christie, according to some).
Despite being familiar with his filmography, the so-called aestheticization of violence let me indifferent if not disturbed since, in this case, is addressed almost entirely to the sole woman of the cast. Maybe he wanted to make a comment on how the society used to treat women, but I don’t think he succeeded. Personally, I didn’t find it at all tiring, despite it’s 187′ of length.