Part 1 | Part 2

In the current issue of EMPIRE magazine, Quentin Tarantino confesses, “I like fucking with your emotions. How can I make you feel this emotion and then, the next second, this emotion? To me, that's an audience having a fucking good time. Audiences of the ‘50's, for the price of a ticket, they wanted to feel every emotion under the sun. And that's not a bad fucking manifesto for a director.”

I don't know that I felt all the emotions that Quentin intended for me to feel in KILL BILL VOL. 2, but you can't say the man didn't try to run the gamut. The second half of KILL BILL is much more spaghetti western and less samurai film than its predecessor, and it's much talkier and less fun. In my review of VOL 1, I appreciated Tarantino's light touch. He was both reverential but, at the same time, not afraid to poke fun at film genres.

Not to say that this installment isn't any fun. There's an-all-out-balls-to-the-wall-trailer-trashing brawl between Daryl Hannah and Uma Thurman with a great gross-out climax.  And, of course, hearing Ennio Morricone blasting through a THX system is worth the price of admission alone.