Forgive that title.
If you ever see an interview with Quentin Tarantino
you’d see that he’s one of the most egotistical people in Hollywood. It just
seems unfair that he’s happened to earn that ego through his brilliance as a
screenwriter and to a lesser extent, director. He’s only made eight films and
his eighth is appropriately called The Hateful Eight, a western-mystery
that’s full of excellent plotting, suspense and characters.
In Wyoming, a bounty hunter John “The Hangman” Ruth
(Kurt Russell wearing his mustache from Tombstone) is transporting a
fugitive Daisy Domergue (Jennifer Jason Leigh) to the town of Red Rock ahead of
a blizzard. He always brings his bounties in alive to watch them hang, thus
earning his nickname. Along the way their coach picks up another bounty hunter
Major Marquis Warren (Samuel L. Jackson) and new Red Rock sheriff Chris Mannix
(Walton Goggins). Eventually they’re forced to stop at Minnie’s Haberdashery a
lodge some miles from Red Rock where they take up for the duration of the
blizzard with a quartet of mysterious strangers: Oswaldo Mobray (Tim Roth), Joe
Gage (Michael Madsen), Bob (Demián Bichir) and General Sandy Smithers (Bruce
Dern). But it’s not long before they become suspicious as they talk to each
other and Ruth begins to suspect one of them is plotting to free Domergue.
As is the case with most of Tarantino’s films The
Hateful Eight is very well-written, particularly in the dialogue. Once
again, these are very strange characters and their interactions off each other
make for both a lot of great humour and tension. And he also brings a classical
influence. Not only in his shooting the movie on film (with the very lens that
shot Ben-Hur no less!), but also the style. Like how the film is divided
into chapters. The whodunnit premise isn’t all that original but the way it’s
executed is unconventional and keeps you on your toes. The small collection of
characters trapped in an isolated place while there’s a mystery unfolding
set-up reminds me a lot of one of my favourite novels, And Then There Were
None by Agatha Christie, but not enough so as to become predictable. And
like that novel, this is a movie I’d love to see or perform on stage given its
limited setting and focus on characters.
The Hateful Eight does have the right title as none of the characters
are very likable and if you think they are, you’ll be proven wrong. Casting was
a big part of why this film works and most of the performances are superb.
There are three of particular note though. Leigh is fantastic as this eccentric
captive being at some times sympathetic while at other times disturbing. It’s
probably one of the best performances of the year. Then there’s Goggins who
brings a lot of humour as this fast-talking sheriff, but winds up stealing the
show a number of times. And Roth is glorious, adding nice little touches like
the way he carries himself around and his constant teeth-gritted grin. And with
him and Madsen present, it’s like a mini Reservoir Dogs reunion. Though of
the actors, Madsen might be the weak link. He hasn’t been in a major film in a
while and it shows. But it’s not poor enough to bring the film down.
The soundtrack for this film was composed by the
legendary Ennio Morricone whose iconic score for Sergio Leone’s Dollars
trilogy is a western classic. It fittingly sets the mood for both the suspense
and the action. And there is action, this being a Tarantino film after all,
meaning you can expect a fair degree of gruesome violence. But it doesn’t
distract from how meticulously plotted this script is, how fascinating the
characters are, and how little clues are scattered throughout that keep you
guessing. And I love films that can challenge me that way.
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