Sunday, January 3, 2021

Kill Bill: Volume 1 (Quentin Tarantino, 2003)



Never before have the battles, the blood, the revenge and the anger been pictured in such a ruthless, vulgar and altogether fantasizing and artistically highly exquisite way. Kill Bill: Volume 1 is a continuous videoclip, a rampaging dance, a cathartic procedure where the Bride takes back what it belongs to her. With scenes that go down as highly memorable moments in history of cinema, where music, image and content come together in a tremendous harmony, giving to the audience a purely exciting cinematic experience, where the form meets the action and the martial arts scenes and tricks meet the beauty of the frame. Kill Bill: Volume 1 is definitely and without a doubt, more than anything, an exercise in the form of cinema, in the way cinema can picture things, in the way that we perceive images, in the way the colours blend with the objects and the people, in the way that art meets the thrilling world of entertainment. It goes without saying that the movie is purely addictive, you can watch scenes of it over and over again and pay attention to different things each time, the frames and the synthesis are so full, exciting and eccentric that can fill your appetite with a roaring enthusiasm and finally Kill Bill: Volume 1 is one of the movies that can really wake up the "beast" inside you, that beast that calls for more fantasy and imagination to the picture, that calls for more formalistic trips while watching the movie, that calls for more cinema in its purest form, in that form where the astonishing marriage of sound, image, costumes and production design gives birth to one of the most fascinating children of art, a movie that walks like a gentleman and talks like a hobo. Kill Bill: Volume 1 is one of the movies that you don't forget and whenever situation calls you get back to them and take something from them, take a little of their pride, glory and astounding charm.

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