Quentin Tarantino is back. After last year's overhyped and disappointing KILL
BILL: VOL. 1, this year he brings us, well duh, KILL BILL: VOL. 2. This second
part isn't as violent as the first, but few movies are. The only recent one
was THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, which, along with KILL BILL VOL. 1, was an NC-17
picture which the MPAA incorrectly awarded the more marketable R rating.
Tarantino, the darling of most critics, who have been lining up to genuflect to
this cinematic saint, is undoubtedly the most copied guy in Hollywood, with
young filmmakers falling all over themselves to repeat his techniques and
success. For a director with a single great film (PULP FICTION), his
everlasting fame remains something of a mystery.
VOL. 2 pays homage to a long list of moments from other movies from Yoda in the
STAR WARS series to every kung fu film ever made. Most of all, however, the
movie is Tarantino paying homage to Tarantino.
The craftsmanship of the movie is superb. It is the sort of artistry that you
can admire in every frame -- every mind-numbing, tiresome and repetitious
moment of a movie without a single character worth caring about. Sure, Uma
Thurman, as "The Bride," will have you feeling her pain as she is buried alive,
is shot in the chest with a shotgun and has her fist torn to shreds in sadistic
training sessions. You'll grimace along with her, but you won't care whether
she -- or anyone else -- survives or not.
In VOL. 2., you'll learn about such deadly techniques as the "five point palm
exploding heart technique," and you'll be intrigued by its ever-changing
cinematography. But what you will not be is entertained. You'll just be
robbed of two-and-a-quarter hours of your life. Let's hope that Tarantino
waits until he has something worth saying before he makes another movie.
KILL BILL: VOL. 2 runs 2:16. It is rated R for "violence, language and brief
drug use" and would be acceptable for older teenagers.
Copyright © 2004 Steve Rhodes