The Hateful Eight (2015)

The Hateful Eight was simply breathtaking. The cinematography, the acting, the score, Tarantino's love of cinema, storytelling, and the journey less discussed, the screenplay, and the entire wrapped up mise-en-scène gift of a cinematic experience moved and, as Tarantino films generally do, inspired me.

I had the pleasure of seeing The Hateful Eight: Roadshow Presentation "in glorious 70MM." However, I also intend on seeing the shortened version released today. I have always loved Tarantino. His movies dig deep with me. I am utterly amazed at his ability to continually quench my thirst for film excellence.

Meanwhile, Walton Goggins. Goggins is the shit, that goes without saying. However, in this film, Walton Goggins is a majestic golden goose that should be treasured for all eternity.

While I definitely wave a flag for The Eight winning a few additional awards, the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor goes to fucking Walton Goggins! Goggins turns up the film to 11, and watching a reel of Goggins' scenes alone is worth the price of admission.

Yeah, I'm a Tarantino fanboy, so what? It's pretty hard not to be.