The Hateful Eight by Quentin Tarantino, 2015 (R)

with Samuel L. Jackson, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Kurt Russell, Walton Goggins, Demián Bichir, Tim Roth, Michael Madsen, Bruce Dern, James Parks, Dana Gourrier, Channing Tatum

While racing toward the town of Red Rock in post-Civil War Wyoming, bounty hunter John "The Hangman" Ruth (Kurt Russell) and his fugitive prisoner (Jennifer Jason Leigh) encounter another bounty hunter (Samuel L. Jackson) and a man who claims to be a sheriff. Hoping to find shelter from a blizzard, the group travels to a stagecoach stopover located on a mountain pass. Greeted there by four strangers, the eight travelers soon learn that they may not make it to their destination after all.

Djanjo Unchained had perhaps a more elaborated purpose. This is revenge, this is vanity, and this is cold blooded madness. I mean, in some way, the Revenant and the Hateful Eight have a lot in common. I don't wish to elaborate too much on that, but outburst of violence, slow rhythm, landscapes, humanity (or the lack of), vengeance... Except I really did enjoy watching the Revenant.
The lines Jackson delivers are priceless, the layers Leigh gets on her face are quite mesmerizing, the rest is fine, not memorable. You also have to sit yourself for 3 hours and 7 minutes which is a little intense, specially if for one hour and a half, nothing actually happen.
I know the only movie that I really love from Tarantino wasn't actually written by Tarantino (Jackie Brown, one of my favorite movie of all time), but come on, there has to be a way his movies don't end up is such a random bloodbath, with no mean to its end. At least, there could be a more elaborated bloodbath where not everything is being mixed, some sort of intelligible way to understand death, or perhaps just understand the meaning of killing.