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Masterful Tarantino returns

By Jon Niccum - | Oct 8, 2003

“Revenge is never a straight line,” the woman code named Black Mamba (Uma Thurman) is advised.

The line is emblematic of “Kill Bill – Vol. 1,” because no revenge
movie has ever been told in less of a straight line than this.

After a six-year absence from writing and directing, celluloid
maestro Quentin Tarantino returns with a limb-hacking, blood-spewing,
epic tale of revenge that utilizes every cinematic trick in his
formidable arsenal. From employing non-linear chronology to filming a
good chunk of the picture in Japanese to presenting an entire
flashback sequence as anime, Tarantino manipulates the screen with a
skill few others can match.

This should squash rumors that the 40-year-old filmmaker responsible
for such seminal classics as “Pulp Fiction” and “Reservoir Dogs” has
lost his touch.

“Kill Bill – Vol. 1” (the second half will be released Feb. 20) is a
tribute to the Hong Kong “grindhouse” films, Japanese samurai flicks
and spaghetti westerns that Tarantino adored during his formative
years – just as “Raiders of the Lost Ark” was to the Saturday morning
serials of George Lucas and Steven Spielberg’s youth. And just like
“Raiders,” Tarantino plucks all the best things from these genres and
crams them into one ultimate package.

This is an audaciously entertaining movie, despite the fact that it
has little to offer in the way of “substance.” There are no societal
issues or political concerns addressed here; it’s merely a vivid
canvas upon which Tarantino can splatter his every whim.

What plot there is in “Kill Bill” remains even more simplistic
because so many of the specific details aren’t yet revealed in this
first installment. But what’s known is that Thurman plays an
estranged member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad (DIVAS) who is under the leadership of a Charlie Townsend-esque leader named Bill (David Carradine). After Thurman’s pregnant character is gunned down at the altar – along with the wedding party – and left for dead by her former allies, she recovers and goes on a mission to hunt and slay the offenders.

“I have vermin to kill,” she explains.

Among the targets are Vernita Green (Vivica A. Fox), who is now
enjoying life as a suburban housewife; O-Ren Ishi (Lucy Liu), who has
risen to the head of organized crime in Japan; the one-eyed Elle
Driver (Daryl Hannah) and brooding Budd (Michael Madsen).

And, of course, there’s Bill.

“Vol. 1” only concerns itself with the retribution inflicted upon
Vernita and O-Ren, and the latter battle represents the film’s
intoxicatingly gory centerpiece. In a finale that took eight weeks to
shoot (“Pulp Fiction” only took 10 weeks total), Thurman faces down a
whopping 88 opponents. Armed with her samurai sword and dressed in
the yellow jumpsuit that is a re-creation of Bruce Lee’s in “Game of
Death,” the 6-foot actress slices and dices her way through a
legion of limbs. It’s like the Black Knight scene from “Monty Python
and the Holy Grail” ad infinitum.

That this segment doesn’t come across as repulsive or psychotic is a
tribute to Tarantino, who orchestrates it with such energy, wit and
precision that it plays more like a hyper-stylized ballet.

It is all very interesting when one considers the writer-director is
known more for his words than his visuals. While the dialogue
invariably crackles and a couple extended monologues are priceless
(one involving a horny hospital orderly rivals Christopher Walken’s
watch speech in “Pulp Fiction”), it’s really the images that the
viewer takes away from “Kill Bill – Vol. 1.”

One scene in particular is emblematic of this. It features O-Ren and
her bodyguards simply walking down the hallway of a restaurant.
Dressed in a white kimono, the smugly smiling Liu leads the
entourage, flanked by indelible characters with names such as Sofie
Fatale (Julie Dreyfus) and Go Go Yubari (Chiaki Kuriyama). Run in
slow motion and buoyed by a drum-heavy techno riff on the soundtrack,
the crew appears so formidable, so untouchable.

The innocent act of taking a stroll wordlessly sets the combative
mood for the blood-stained showdown that will soon follow.

That’s the power of masterful filmmaking. That’s the power of the
resurrected Tarantino.