Quinton's Bukaki Fantasy

While T's "Hateful Eight" has some merits frankly repeatedly ejaculating in a woman's face, no matter how despicable she is, is pushing the boundaries of good taste.  Like Inarritu's "The Revenant" it is difficult to discern whether T's movie is serious, a comedy, a farce, or a satire.  With it's bad sound, unrealistic effects, and droll dialog it would seem "The Hateful Eight" is just a bad B movie from the 70's.  I thought of an imported Kung Fu movie and its unsynchronized dialog.  The sound reproduction in T's film is so unrealistic, one can only think it is a farce.  Again like Inarritu's "The Revenant," with all of those beautiful outside images, what's the point when actors speak and it sounds like they are in a cereal box in your kitchen.  This is a lesson for sound design in the future of film.  A story can be told with sound alone, sound effects and images, and more importantly solely with the human voice.  I am just now understanding this concept, because I recorded one of my original pop song's recently.  With an honest story, thoughtful lyrics, tasteful technique, and an opportunity many a singer/songwriter was born.  I lament this lost art.  As "The 8" progressed finally acting became an element of the film.  The camera stopped twitching, looking up nostrils, and creating unneeded drama simply and stopped filming  actors' craft.  When Samuel L. Jackson finally gets to orate as he did in "Pulp Fiction,"  the film becomes engaging.  Engaging is the human voice at its finest.  Boring it is when an actor is miscast, there is no ensemble chemistry, there is no rhythm, and we must watch.  Kurt Russell is a fine actor, and I watched him last night with his equally as able wife, Goldie Hawn.  This was not his part.  Disney is no match for Daisy Domergue, but he gave it his best shot.  The ensemble all were chuckling quietly under their prostitution.  They were getting paid.