At three hours long with overture, intermission and chapter headings, “The Hateful Eight” is an operatic throwback to such Cinerama classics as “How the West Was Won.”
Quentin Tarantino’s new Western looks to capture the feel of its mid-century predecessors like Alamo and How the West Was Won, but all it feels like is lesser Tarantino, even if it is still quite a bit of fun.
Underscoring his commitment to celluloid, the director dusted off the Ultra Panavision 70 format used on such Cinerama epics as “The Greatest Story Ever Told” and “How the West Was Won,” but put those vintage lenses to curious use, all but ignoring the outdoor vistas (a victim of Jackson’s scenery chewing, no doubt) in order to achieve a more claustrophobic cabin-fever dynamic.