Kill Bill, Volume 2


Dir: Quentin Tarantino
Star: Uma Thurman, David Carradine, Daryl Hannah, Michael Madsen

I hate Quentin Tarantino. His geeky approach to cinema leaves me cold; Reservoir Dogs was largely stolen from City on Fire; and Pulp Fiction is among the most-overrated films of the 90's, in my opinion. He can write well, sure - but it's no coincidence that the films of his I like (True Romance, From Dusk Till Dawn) are those where another director has been at the helm, and able to rein in the self-indulgent excesses. However, I loved part one of Kill Bill: I'm a big fan of action heroines, and this was the closest Hollywood has yet come to capturing the wild, unfettered spirit to be found in the Hong Kong movies made by the likes of Michelle Yeoh. Neither Lara Croft nor Charlie's Angels would last two minutes with The Bride. And Tarantino's tendency to let his character's mouths run off with them, to the detriment of the film, was mercifully notable by its absence. Then there was the finale at the House of Blue Leaves. How could he possibly top that?

Answer: he doesn't even try. Volume 2 is a different animal altogether; while its predecessor paid homage to kung-fu and samurai films, this one has more in common with spaghetti Westerns, building to a one-on-one climax where The Bride (whose real name we discover) faces Bill (Carradine), exactly as we've been expecting from virtually the first frame. And, unfortunately, it's back to being extremely verbose; when Bill starts going on about Superman, I was cringing, and was haunted by visions of Tarantino's smug face thinking, "Look how cool this is!" Ditto for Bill playing a flute, a clunky reference to Carradine's role as Kung Fu.

There are some truly wonderful sequences, however - particularly the middle, which slides effortlessly from The Bride (Thurman) taking a shotgun blast to the chest, through her burial alive, into a flashback sequence of her martial arts training (her master is played by Gordon Liu, veteran of many HK flicks), and on to her battle with Elle Driver (Hannah), a savage brawl of epic intensity. However, for every one of these, there's another that begs to be cut - or removed entirely - such as the scene dealing with the day job of Bud (Madsen). When compared to the thoughtless dreck of most Hollywood action films, it's nice to see one with scope and emotional impact. But with a body count of precisely one, as action flicks go, it's a definite letdown. Given judicious editing, this could have been a 40 minute addition to the end of its predecessor - and the overall impact would probably have been much greater that way.

This review is part of a swap deal with Dark Star, in which Rob gets our review of Volume 2, and we get his review of the original.

B
August 2004


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