I am sorry, but Tarantino would only WISH to be able to create a masterpiece like this one; which owes itself more to 50's/60's thai and oriental action films to what one could assume western film could have contributed to it.
A weird kind of pop art movie - everything seems to be possible at the same time: horses, cars, revolvers, bazookas: I loved the artificial colours, the use of different visual qualities (especially in the memory sequences) and the ironic moments. And I loved the iconic and musical references (the latter in spite of the horrible synthesized score).
This oddball Western seems so invigorating at first. I don't think I've seen anything like it, from the mix of genres to the incredible color palette. Still, there was a point where I felt worn down by the parodic style.
I appreciate the sincerity of this vision. It's not like the cool/jaded/detached vision of Django Unchained. I liked the Thai flavoring with the singing sad love songs. It's a fulfillment of the Buddhist notion that life is suffering.
There's some great ideas here. Sensory memory by use of colors tying together childhood memories with adulthood. Showcasing being a hero as essentially juvenile and cartoony, depicted as just a quest to recapture a handful of happy moments in a lifetime of hardships. Sounds great, but the filmmaker doesn't seem to trust the audience enough for the plot not feel labored during the talkier scenes. A fun experiment.
What is so fascinating about this movie is the way it balances the ridiculous and sincere so well. Though outlandish at times, it's also effectively romantic and the ending is powerful. I'm stunned by the ability to capture both of those styles in one film. Obviously, the visuals are breathtaking.
ughhhhh. God this soundtrack was unbearable, ironic for the first 10 minutes. After I got over the colors everything became completely unwatchable. Like the schlock that comes out of 24 hour film festivals, just made feature.