The two volumes of Kill Bill have told a vengeance story of epic proportions and together form yet another feather in the shining crown of Quentin Tarantino. An unabashed homage to the violent Manga comic strips, kung-fu flicks of Hong Kong and American Grindhouse movies, the Kill Bill franchise might be a tad too violent for the regular audience and tad too deviant from formulaic revenge tales, but for a movie buff like me, it worked just fine. And one reason for that might be the magic wand that Tarantino weaves on his viewers with such ease. An addictive storyline, gleefully over-the-top action sequences (they are so well orchestrated that they almost got alleviated to the stature of ballet dancing), great sound track, well-etched characters, and hyper-kinetic narrative, laced with a fine sense of deadpan humour, add to the flavour of this enthralling double-bill. Uma Thurman, as the woman-wronged seeking bloody revenge, was quite astounding, as were David Carradine as the verbose and suave Bill, and Michael Madsen as his mild-mannered brother. Interestingly, while the first volume was the more action-packed of the two, the second captivated me more through its philosophical overtures. The two movies are an exuberant reaffirmation of Tarantino’s love affair with cinema.
Director: Quentin Tarantino Genre: Action/Thriller/Martial Arts Movie/Revenge Movie Language: English Country: US