"When I knew me had the son of the bloody nigger killer of Baton Rouge..." - Major Marquis Warren (Samuel L. Jackson)
Tarrantino's second western riffs on Hitchcocks Lifeboat and stodgy television westerns, utilises an hand-me-down horror soundtrack and arguably past their prime actors... yet somehow still manages to come across as being one of freshest movies of the last few years.
A stagecoach carrying a bounty hunter and captee travel through a snowy Wyoming wilderness, while en route to hand in his bounty. They pick up a couple of extra passengers and are forced to stopover in a mountain lodge to see out an inbound storm. Only they the lodge isn't as safe a shelter as it appears.
Its a slightly more subdued affair than 'Django Unchained', certainly less showy but definitely still on a par with it (I honestly couldn't pick which I prefer out of the two). 'The Hateful Eights' kinda his version of a revisionist western thriller with a black comedy edge. The ensemble cast, mostly familiar QT actors all performed brilliantly, especially Leigh, Russel & Dern. Plus great seeing Madsen & Goggins dragged out of grade z-movie junk. Most memorable moment was definitely Jacksons hilarious OTT 'black cock white mouths' revenge subplot.