When
Kill Bill Vol. 1 was released six months ago, I had to see it three times before I could even begin to appreciate certain parts of it. I disliked it that much. And yet, then, for some strange reason, I wrote a fairly gushing review about a whole heap of things that, frankly, I didn't really feel too convinced about [though my words may have suggested otherwise]. And I'm simply not going to give
Vol. 2 the same chances. Nope. Sorry. That's it. Tarantino's had his chance and he's blown it. The first half was a film without a closure and thus deserved special consideration. The second half should do everything it doesn't. The
Kill Bill cycle, now complete, is ultimately a very average movie.
I went into
Vol. 2 with an open mind. Yeah, the first film had taken me by surprise and I'd had to realign my expectations [twice over] before I was able to play by its rules and [partially] enjoy what I was watching. This time, however, I went in knowing the rules beforehand, and this time, the film was actually unable to meet my expectations. All the Tarantino groupies [yes,
Margaret Pomeranz, I'm looking at you] who are aching to see the two volumes back-to-back are ultimately, I think, setting themselves up for quite the sizeable fall. I cannot imagine these two films being played in quick succession, as was originally the plan. How on Earth could
Kill Bill have ever been conceived as a complete and unbroken film? There's no flow, no consistency, no neurons connecting the two disparate halves. In terms of energy, pace and storytelling, the "whole" is grossly uneven. The series' climax, for Christ's sake, is at the end of the first film! And yet some people think it's the greatest experience they've ever had in a cinema...
...so, what the Hell do I know?