OMG, I found a catholic review of Kill Bill
Wow, talk about missing the point!!
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Kill Bill -- Vol. 1
By David DiCerto
Catholic News Service
NEW YORK (CNS) -- Director Quentin Tarantino's ultraviolent new film, his first in six years, "Kill Bill -- Vol. 1" (Miramax), opens with the old proverb, "Revenge is a dish best served cold." After sitting through the flick's 90 minutes of unabated carnage, one would agree a more fitting maxim would have read, "This movie is a dish best not served."
Part one of what is essentially one long story split into two films, "Kill Bill" is a bloody tale about an enigmatic former assassin, known only as "the Bride" (Uma Thurman), who returns from near-death to exact revenge on her would-be killers. The curtain rises on this sanguinary saga in an El Paso, Texas, chapel, where the Bride is gunned down in cold blood, along with her unborn child and members of her wedding party, and left for dead.
From here, the nonlinear narrative -- which is divided into five "chapters" with titles like "The Blood Splattered Bride" -- begins to jump back and forth in time. It is revealed that Thurman's femme fatale had been betrayed by the very same elite hit squad who had once employed her services, "The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad" or DiVAS, headed by a shadowy impresario -- the eponymous Bill (played by former 1970's TV icon David Carradine, whose face is never seen in the film).
After awaking from a four-year coma, the Bride vows to hunt down and kill the remaining DiVAS -- each operating under a serpentine code name. After compiling a to-do-in list and making a pit stop in Okinawa to pick up a proper death-dealing blade from a revered samurai swordsmith (played by '70s martial arts veteran Sonny Chiba), the Bride embarks on a globe-trotting slice-and-dice tour, including a quick catfight in Pasadena, Calif., against Vernita Green, aka Copperhead (Vivica A. Fox). The knock-down, drag-out estrogen-match ends by the Bride hurling a butcher's knife into her foe's chest -- an act which Tarantino distastefully has Green's young daughter witness.
The Bride then proceeds to hack her way through the threadbare narrative to a Tokyo nightclub, the site of the film's climactic bloodbath, which pits Thurman's she-devil against the venomous Yakuza hellcat, O-Ren Ishii, aka Cottonmouth (Lucy Liu). But before she can go one-on-one with her prey, the Bride must first dispatch O-Ren's pig-tailed teenybopper terror, GoGo (Chiaki Kuriyama), as well as her Kato-clad shock squad, the Crazy 88s, in an over-the-top martial arts free-for-all that makes Keanu Reeves' violent brawl in "The Matrix Reloaded" seem about as tame as a Boy Scout jamboree. The Bride continues down her road to revenge in "Kill Bill -- Vol. 2," which is slated to hit theatres in February.
Unfortunately, while meticulous planning was put into the choreography of the action sequences, little consideration was given to the moral dimensions of the balletic butchery -- which includes assorted blood-squirting limbs and decapitations and a graphically violent animated sequence. The pervasive ugliness of the tedious mayhem cannot be masked by the visual finesse with which it is filmed.
The exploitative violence which saturates every frame of "Kill Bill" is gratuitous, glamorized and, ultimately, pointless. More disturbing, however, is the glee Tarantino seems to take in dismembering his attractive cast or covering them in blood -- each "slash" and "squish" punctuated by a snappy zinger like a rim shot after a punch line. This sadistically perverse sense of humor reaches its narrative nadir in a scene involving a twisted hospital orderly pimping a comatose Thurman to a sexually deviant "customer." If this is what took six years to be inspired, forget Bill -- kill the muse.
In the opening scene Bill looms -- unseen except for his hands -- over a bloodied Uma Thurman. As he prepares to shoot her point-blank, he explains with cold-blooded callousness that, since he still has feelings for her, killing her is not an act of sadism but one of masochism -- as is watching this film.
Due to excessive graphic violence and twisted sexual references, as well as much rough and crude language and profanity, the USCCB Office for Film & Broadcasting classification is O -- morally offensive. The Motion Picture Association of America rating is R -- restricted.
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DiCerto is on the staff of the Office for Film & Broadcasting of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops.
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