Oh shit, Tarantino, oyoyoyy! Muh nigga! I postponed watching this because I didn't really think it was going to be anything more than a regular post-2000 Tarantino craziness, chock-full of references to other films, entertaining per se, always interesting, but in the end the whole being weaker than the sum of its parts. I skipped watching it in the theater as I wasn't in the mood for three hours of another Django/Inglourious Basterds, but I was wrong.
First of all, a current year movie without any current year shit in it, the fact that is always worthy of mention and appreciation. I don't think there was a single nigger in it, at least not in speaking roles, and the only oriental character in it was an arrogant jackass. No strong womyn, homo shit or any of the usual crap that modern Hollywood is filled with to the brim.
It's somewhat paradoxal how this felt somehow the most serious of Tarantino's movies, one with an actual message in it, but on the other hand it also felt like the comic emphasis was perhaps stronger here than ever before in his films. It's funny, deep and stylish. There's also this sort of feel of yearning as it's an end of an era story, but I can't stop thinking it was also figuratively about the modern Hollywood, how the time of film auteurs and actual movie stars is over.
And damn, that ending was tight, I'm so glad I didn't read any spoilers. That really was some intense shit!