Everyone needs an editor.
Yes, even Quentin Tarantino, headmaster of the too-much-is-never-enough school of filmmaking. Turns out that sometimes, it is.
“The Hateful Eight” has all of his signature moves: Violence (and how), profanity (ditto), meticulously crafted dialogue, expert idiosyncratic direction and an obvious love of movies. But Tarantino goes overboard with nearly all of these elements in a film that blows past the three-hour mark (and didn’t need to).