Having been put off by the reviews (both press and peer), I skipped Kill Bill at the cinema. But curiosity got the better of me, and the other night I whipped a copy off the shelf in the local video store, hid it under my jacket with a remarkably deft flick of the wrist, and made it out of the door pausing only to cough up £2.75 rental.
I loved it, the sheer 'sod 'em' joy of it. Maybe I watched too much Monkey as a kid, maybe I like Seven Samurai too much, maybe I just fell for the Sonny Chiba scene, I don't know. But I thoroughly enjoyed the music, the camerawork, the editing, and the spirit of homage. It's a triumph of style. Over substance? Sure. Like I cared.
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