I was always suspicious Tarantino's creative juices would some day come to an end, and that day seems to be on the horizon. The same multi-chaptered story-telling, the same piecemealing information to keep the viewer engaged, the same beautiful dialogue written by a movie-lover for movie-lovers. But Tarantino can only keep that up for so long. It's unnecessarily lengthy, and if there ever was a reason to stamp this with a Mojo score, it would've been for the great Ennio Morricone's haunting soundtrack, written original for this film. But this was the first time Tarantino did not blow me away.
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