The knocked-up, poignant and glorious conclusion to Quentin Tarantino’s tale of one blood-spattered bride’s path to vengeance, Kill Bill: Vol. 2 is perhaps the different approach to what you would have expected from Q.T. after experiencing his first masquerade massacre. Its follow up is indefinitely a less brutal and action-orientated flick, and rather an emotional and dignified completion to a sad story of guilt, regret, and withdrawal, seamlessly wrapped in an undeniably Tarantino manner.
With patience, Kill Bill: Vol. 2 is a better thought out film; Tarantino’s impeccable dialogue is key to holding such one-of-a-kind characters and the intensity is ever so ridiculous in certain scenes. This is the film where things take an unexpected turn for its heroine, ultimately testing her to the highest of limits, breaking her with sharp shrills of physical trauma. Underneath her reckless and strong demeanor is really a broken woman with nothing whatsoever to hold. The whole bloody affair begins with the extermination of love and trickles down into the bride’s search and discovery for a new one. It’s a damn near-perfect tale of beautiful wonder.