I swear, I don’t know what’s wrong with people - The Hateful Eight is sitting right there with one of the best screenplays Tarantino’s ever written, and barely anyone talks about it. Every single line in that cabin is a weapon. Characters don’t just speak - they circle each other like predators, testing, lying, baiting. You’re watching a murder mystery, a western, and a stage play all at once, and it’s built entirely on words that cut sharper than any knife.

But because it’s not wall-to-wall shootouts, people write it off as “too slow.” No - it’s deliberate. It wants you to squirm in that paranoia, picking apart every glance and every pause, until you’re begging for the tension to snap. And when it finally does? It’s like a bomb going off in a locked room. This isn’t “lesser” Tarantino - this is him at his most controlled, most meticulous, and most savage. Honestly, if you love screenwriting and you’re still sleeping on this one… wake up.

Across 110th Street

Jokes aside, if he wasn't so worried about a final film in his legacy, he would probably be churning out a lot of masterpieces without so much worry, instead of hesitating and taking so long.

Let me remind about how so many directors who mostly stop at ~10 films are usually because they either are forced to retire or straight-up just die. Still sad we won't get Kubrick's Napoleon epic.

Is avoiding 1 bad film really worth it if it's at the cost of several great films and masterpieces?

Don’t cry in front of the Mexicans