Can't tell will it be so the second time, but Quentin Tarantino's western whodunnit sure as hell brought forth a plenty of whoas and whatthefucks, fucken positively so. It's packed full of elements of surprise. And what a treat. I've said it before, Tarantino hasn't produced a flop thus far and
The Hateful Eight, with almost three hours of western magic and myth ranks among his very best. Compared to his close contemporaries and rivals (say, Fincher, Del Toro, Villeneuve, Scott, Nolan, Burton, the Coens) he is the greatest director of his generation.
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