
The Hateful Eight movie review: all hat, no cattle
Inexcusably self-indulgent. Tarantino gratifies his enormous self-love and his amusement at his own genius at the expense of all else.

Inexcusably self-indulgent. Tarantino gratifies his enormous self-love and his amusement at his own genius at the expense of all else.
Seth MacFarlane sang about boobs, but Argo won Best Picture — yay! Meanwhile Joaquin Phoenix is not amused…
With links to my reviews. I’ll be adding reviews of the last few films I haven’t yet covered between now and the Oscars.
Feel free to talk about the TV side as well, if you like…
Stuff my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…

Quentin Tarantino spins a dark fantasia of the pre-Civil War South that is hilarious, ferocious, shocking, and wise, sometimes all at once.
Looks like we have our feel-good exploitation violently bloody revenge flick of the holiday season.
What my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
I gotta go with The Hobbit. I think I might well be happy to have no other movie but The Hobbit to watch this year.