I've lost my sweet tooth for slice-and-dice escapism, and perhaps this is why I feel the need to see movies that don't simply glamorize or fetishize or supernaturalize brutality.
It has its moments, and Thurman is an appealing heroine. But on the whole, this is a disjointed, disappointing and monstrously self-indulgent exercise.
Those turned off by the first part's reckless, relentless violent purges aren't likely to find cause for conversion, but Vol. 2 certainly broadens the tale's remit, even as it aims to deepen it.
Although it's a gigantic shame that Miramax split Quentin Tarantino's long awaited 'kung-fu samurai Spaghetti Western love story' epic into two halves, "Kill Bill Vol. 2" pays off in spades...
