Arguments continue to rage in the U.S. about the justice of the
death penalty. Proponents say that thoughts of lethal
injections deter potential killers, while opponents disagree about
deterrence and state that the penalty is merely to avenge the
families of the victims and by extension to symbolize the
zero-tolerance that the American people have for murder. Few
people are willing to challenge the opponents by offering the
suggestion that the desire for revenge is a perfectly justifiable
emotion. Movie-goers, like ancient Greeks in their theaters
attending to the vindictive moans of Clytemnestra and Medea,
watch one revenge film after another because making the score
even is perversely entertaining. Note how the audience for Clint
Eastwood's momentous work "Mystic River" is perfectly thrilled
that Jimmy's goal is the ultimate punishment of the person who
killed his daughter, Katie by taking the law into his own hands.
"Kill Bill Vol. 1" takes revenge fantasy to a new and glorious
level, one which allows writer-director Quentin Tarantino to pull
out the tricks that made his "Pulp Fiction" mesmerizing--
everything except character analysis and plot, that
is--and to add new aspects that borrow from such pictures as
"The Matrix," "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," and Japanese
anime offerings like Hayao Miyazaki's astonishing look at the
inner life of a child, "Spirited Away."
"Kill Bill Vol. 1" is no "Pulp Fiction," though Tarantino's latest
does share with that magnum opus a look at the importance of
honor and is told in a radical style, but the film lacks its
predecessor's regular philosophical debates and solid
character motivation. "Kill Bill" is highly watchable, sharing with
"Pulp Fiction" pumped-up violence with enough bloodshed to
equip the American Red Cross with enough material of every
type for a year. Its principal virtue is style. In that quest, "Kill
Bill" blows away this year's competition, and what's more
Tarantino knows how to pepper his opus with variety. He
intercuts black-and-white photography with vivid color,
Japanese anime with real action in Okinawa and Tokyo, a
stirring soundtrack which in one cases features Spanish music
for contrast with a Japanese set, and an acting performance by
Uma Thurman to die for.
The movie opens in black and white on a wedding party gone
awry. Ten bodies are on the floor, all but one killed by or at the
order of the title character, Bill (David Carradine), whose unborn
baby lies within the hero's body. One woman, Black Mamba
(Uma Thurman), is still alive, waking from a four-year-long coma
when bitten by a mosquito. We know virtually nothing about her
but we can admire her will power (she gets her paralyzed toes
to move by sheering willing), and, later, her brute strength and
ability with a samurai sword. The story's best scene, a one-on-
one between Black Mamba and one of the women responsible
for her serious injury, Vernita Green (Vivica A. Fox), is its
humorous center as well. Mamba enters Vernita's home,
setting the two women off in a fight to the death with knives, a
struggle temporarily interrupted when Vernita's small daughter
enters the room and later, observing her mother's body on the
floor, remains as emotionless as most others in the film.
Another powerful scene shows Mamba in the bar of Hattori
Hanzo (Sonny Chiba who serves as well as fight coordinator),
looking like a high-school cheerleader, who must convince the
bartender to come out of retirement and build for her the best
sword he has ever made. By contrast, Mamba's eliminating
eighty-eight characters who are members of an elite fighting
group is repetitious. Mamba's final struggle is with the leader of
the pack (a woman, of course), O-Ren Ishi (Lucy Liu). More
interesting, though, is a one-on-one against the seventeen-year-
old Go Go Yubari (Chiaki Kuriyama), who uses a medieval ball
and chain, virtually stopping the revenge-seeking hero in her
tracks.
The film features a godfather style beheading, the stabbing of
a pedophile, the dispatching of a necrophiliac and his partner
(whose head gets banged four or five times against a swinging
hospital door), the massive amputation of limbs, blood flowing
from people's dismembered heads, arms and legs like the water
at Miami, Beach's Eden Roc Hotel. Mamba commands, "You
can go now, but leave your limbs behind...they belong to me
now."
This is Uma Thurman's movie, a character who reserves a
smile only for the Japanese master sword-maker but is
otherwise without humor and who kills and kills with all the
emotions of the folks in The House of the Dead video game.
One critic states that the film itself reinforces a cinematic
turning point, moving the balance of power from the West to the
East and from men to women. This statement sounds
pretentious at first, but when you have women who like
"Crouching Tiger"'s Michelle Yeoh and Zhang Zziyi can get the
best of armies of men in one case using only one arm while
sipping tea with the other you get the impression that men are
about washed up as movie heroes and the Westerns of John
Ford must make way for the Easterns of Ang Lee. We get to
find out more about why nine people in a wedding party were
assassinated when "Kill Bill Vol. 2 opens 2/20/04.
Copyright © 2003 Harvey Karten