A flight
attendant is the center of a complicated caper between the cops and an arm
dealer.
My quest to
see every single Tarantino movie is finally completed with this one. Many
consider it his worst movie and, after seeing it, I must add my voice to the chorus.
Is not like
it is that bad but is neither particularly good, his many problems drags him
down too much.
At his core
it is a long homage to the blaxploitation genre. What is blaxploitation you
ask? That implied question is the main problem of the movie. See, Blaxploitation
means black exploitation and therefore is all about the sensationalization of
the culture and identity of the American black people. The soundtracks are
mainly composed by funky music while the stories depict pimps, prostitutes, gangsters
and others “Exploitative” elements. It had a lot of success during the 70s
mainly among the same black people it “exploited”.
The main
problem is that, while I can recognize easily the blaxploitation elements they
means nothing to me on an emotional level because I didn’t live in that age and
place. This is the big limit of a citation or an homage when is done wrong, it
can please the film buff who nods his head smiling because “He gets it” but in
the end it needs to stand on his own legs, to work in the movie on a narrative
or at least on an instinctive level.
Sadly this
is the case of “Jackie Brown”, there is a truckload of homages and stuff which
is so overwhelming that all the narrative goes in circles for the first 60
minutes while the big heist is planned. The actual execution of the heist is
fun, smartly shot on different timeframes but in the end is too little and too
late to save the movie.
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