This Tarantino piece, a blend of much superior western "The Great Silence" and "The Thing" is perhaps not the best of Tarantino movies, but it is still fun to watch, especially if you watch it like a miniseries it was supposed to be. It imitates Sergio Corbucci, who is a longtime Tarantino influencer, in its nihilism and graphic depiction of violentia, but falls a bit short of the second greatest SW director. Tarantino tries to say something about contemporary America, built on random killings of natives through the ages, from so-called red skinned Indians, to the present day inhabitants of Middle East, and with profound divisions and hatreds deeply build into psyche of the failing empire. The first episode depicts two bounty hunters, likable black and white men, second of which has a despicable bandit prisoner while the first one (nod to Corbucci masterpiece) has lost his horse, and are later joined by future serif on way to his duty. Then in the subsequent episodes they are stuck in some wilderness cabin amid a snow storm and apparently someone (or more than one) is a collaborator of the witchy bandit on a way to her well deserved hanging. Not exactly "The Thing" level of paranoia, but the old Tarantino tries. Turns out paranoia was well placed, and in the outburst of shooting everyone dies in gruesome detail, whilst white guy and black guy, mortally wounded, below the despickable hung female bandit who did give one nice dance before she went straight to hell, are bleeding to death, similarly as in much more subtle ending to "The thing" they are left to freeze. A derivative, but not too shabby work if you have a couple of extra hours to spare.
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