While I liked much of this movie, ultimately it flails and lounges too much to be really great. Some of it is great -- but I could never call the movie great with such an aimless ending. An ending seals the envelope, and everything after the climax felt tragically random. Tarantino built far too much tension to flounder. His tacky "frontier justice" is usually satisfying like little else in cinema, but the end here lacked gravity, and it wasn't convincing. I do believe much of this movie is great, which leaves me highly disappointed. Besides the misguided ending, the director's signature self-indulgence often falls short here: for example, the head-bag eye-hole bit. Indulgence with execution is savory, as in most Tarantino, but indulgence without execution puts me off. He loses his wonted control, and while this film is at times heftier than the others, it's occasionally lazy or confused. But I wouldn't complain like this if I didn't like and respect it at the end of the day. It wouldn't have disappointed me so, otherwise.
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