Kaagemusha

How does one make a 3 hour movie that goes no where - here is a great example. Action - half done Romance - half cooked Legacy - absent Dialogues - pedantic Cinematography - mediocre at best Robert Pattinson has been done monumental injustice to. He looks like a rag throughout the movie. He is so under-utilised that one could cry. I had to literally take notes to keep up with plots and sub plots and not in an Inception like manner. It is so shoddily done. Respect your time and skip it.

Sorry - this is not what I wanted from QT. No sir - I am not a wannabe art lover. This is not a Criterion Collection classic. It is a whole lot waste of time. Disjointed. Long. and really hair-brained. It seems like a big ego trip for QT, who must be reading reviews by wannabes and saying "I can't believe this - they are eating up this horse-shit!" This movie is nothing but a compendium of thin plots and long dialogues- both meandering aimlessly, while you sit and wonder "when will this whole thing start to finally tie up??" Will it be when Brad climbs atop the roof to fix the antenna showing off his impossible buff body? Will it be when he walks into Spahn ranch?? Will it be when Al Pacino picks up Leo for a game changing role trip in Italy? Will it be when (if) they crash into Roman's car? get his girl? meet at the playboy mansion? Will it..... but it simply never does. And for all those going gaga and tarry eyed - sorry, this is not in the league of a Rashomon or a Hana Bi. There is nothing arty in it. It is a massive ego trip for Quentin, who seems bored of producing really good, smart, edgy, and well rounded movies and perhaps wants to experiment with notions like, I must say, his legacy - 'how much does my name carry this movie?" And it does - going by the lunatic reviews I am reading, it feels that most of the critics are foaming at their mouths, trying to upstage each other with childish ravings about the movie. Save for Brad Pitt and Leo, even the furniture in the theatre would have left in protest. It is so freakishly disjointed. There - I said it like it this. Now all wannabe critics and their aunts can go take a hike, while I binge watch Kill Bill just to get my mood back.