With the imminent arrival of January 1st, it’s worth reflecting on all the different ways that we, as a society, celebrate the New Year. Some usher in the commencement of a fresh calendar by participating in lively social events and extravagant parties. Others indulge in more intimate traditions with their loved ones. Hell, a select few of us even use the occasion to mark new beginnings, resolving to better ourselves, or seizing the opportunity to propose, move to another country or… whatever.
I want to open this review with a small disclaimer. You see, as is no-doubt the case for many, Steven Spielberg is the person who made me fall in love with films. Indeed, my earliest memory is of watching Jurassic Park on VHS (at least I assume it was on VHS, it is a very early memory) and since then almost every image from that film has been permanently ingrained on my mind, fuelling my subsequent passion for cinema, blockbusters, and also my unhealthy obsession with dinosaurs. I still really like all three of those things.
Anyway my point is, like every fanboy, I love Spielberg. Of course he’s recently become a bit hit-and-miss, and since the dawn of 21st century he’s only directed a handful of truly great films. Still, even the weakest Spielberg films have something worth championing and shouting about, yes, even the one with Shia LaBeouf and the monkeys
Perhaps Quentin Tarantino’s most divisive film to date (excluding Death Proof), The Hateful Eight garnered pretty much every possible reaction under the sun. You likely know at least one person who absolutely loves it, one person who truly hates it and a smattering of people who are somewhere in the middle. Continue reading →