There’s only one way to explain the exhilarating and exhausting emptiness of Quentin Tarantino’s bloody revenge flick starring Uma Thurman. Facing a severe case of writer’s block, Tarantino must have tried to scribble his way out of it, couldn’t and decided to go ahead and make a movie out of the whims his writing exercises produced. The result is an epic of influences that confers a sense of magnitude on absolute nothingness.
