Kill Bill

Saw Kill Bill yesterday. Even for Quentin Tarantino, it was fantastically violent. More blood than all his previous movies put together, plus any Sam Peckinpah movie thrown in for good measure. There’s no getting around this. And the violence is not the arm’s-length variety practiced by Jerry Bruckheimer–it’s in your face, and in many cases intimate. Like a Peckinpah or John Woo movie, the violence is where the real art of the movie is concentrated, though.

Much of the movie is set in Japan, or a Japan extracted from QT’s wet dreams, where everyone carries a sword, where 60s-style girl groups perform on stages in traditional ryotei.

All that notwithstanding, I enjoyed the movie. The story of Kill Bill reminded me of a mirror-universe version of Charlie’s Angels–an elite team of hot babes (one of them portrayed by Lucy Liu), led by a mysterious and unseen older guy. Except in this case, they’re all assassins, not crime-fighters. It also bore obvious similarities to The Bride Wore Black To their credit, Lucy Liu and Uma Thurman both speak perfectly serviceable Japanese, much better than I’ve heard from most Hollywood stars.

The Alamo, with their usual panache, led off the movie with trailers for bad ninja-chick movies of the 70s, like Wonder Women–these alone were practically worth the price of admission.

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  1. Haven’t yet seen Kill Bill, but Justin saw it the other night…he apparently wasn’t very impressed with the Japanese spoken by the American actresses.

    I haven’t a clue about KB, but the interesting thing about The Bride Wore Black was the reversal of roles. Initially the Jeanne Moreau character is pure victim, with her new husband murdered literally on the steps leaving the church. But by the end of the film she has become the monster, and, except for the one fellow among the five who actually pulled the trigger, the people she’s hunting have morphed into innocent victims. Brilliant, I thought.

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