
KILL BILL Vol. 1 REWEIW
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Thurman is the Bride, who wakes up after a four-year coma with a metal plate in her head, her limbs atrophied, her soul hardened by the murder of everyone at her El Paso wedding, including her unborn baby -- a slaughter so evil that the movie, rather weirdly, makes no attempt to explain it. Who, exactly, is Bill (David Carradine), the honey-voiced cowboy mastermind of this appalling crime? (We never see his face.) And who are the members of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, who helped carry out the deed? We do see them, yet their motive remains blank.
Uma Thurman, wearing a sexy sneer of anger, smites her enemies without mercy or hesitation. In her flawless fury, she bites and stretches the lip of a rapist, goes knife-to-knife with Vivica A. Fox in a living-room brawl that looks like it might have come out of ''Foxy Brown 2000,'' and then, with gleaming samurai sword in hand, she slices and dices an endless army of yakuza, leaping and twirling as she plunges her weapon into torsos and lops off limbs, the blood spurting like Hawaiian Punch. So single-minded is she in her rage, her will to dominate and destroy, that you could say -- and you'd be right -- that there isn't much human dimension to ''Kill Bill.'' Yet that doesn't mean there's nothing at stake. The film may be bloody, but it's also bloody gorgeous: a grandly fetishized epic of cinematic aggression. It's a tale of vengeance that hinges on Tarantino's love of ferocity as spectacle -- his immersion in action and exploitation, his addiction to the jazzy catharsis of junk-film kicks.
Each sequence in ''Kill Bill'' is like a detour that's more fun than the main road. After meeting the treacherous Viper O-Ren Ishii (Lucy Liu), we get her childhood story as a mesmerizing interlude of anime in which the gore erupts in geysers. By the time the Bride arrives in Okinawa to acquire a lethal blade from Hattori Hanzo (Sonny Chiba), the legendary swordsmith, her quest has become a crusade. ''I need Japanese steel,'' says Thurman, in her most dramatic line reading, and Chiba, the Japanese B-movie veteran, fashions that steel for her in what feels like an act of consummation.
As O-Ren, Lucy Liu, speaking in the soft tones of an ironically polite dominatrix, has a drop-dead elegance, and she does some slicing and dicing of her own. When she and the Bride face off, there's no girl-versus-girl cuteness: They're warriors, pure and simple, and hypnotic ones. ''Kill Bill'' may have little on its mind besides pop extravagance, yet you can feel the movie tracing a transition in the world -- from West to East, from male to female rule. That's Quentin chemistry too.
Another Tarantino Masterpiece and KILL BILL Vol. 2 is no lesser exception, watch them both and be Amazed!
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