(Second Viewing via Paramount+) - It's hard to judge a Quentin Tarantino film based on a single film alone. I find myself, as I believe many do, often weighing his films against his other films to see where it fits within his oeuvre. As a filmmaker, QT is unique like that. He's cultivated a very cult-like attitude when it comes to his releases. They're more than movies... they're events. They're culturally significant timestamps for viewers. At least, that's how I perceive them anyway. When I first saw The Hateful Eight, I hated it. As a Tarantino fan, I walked out of the theater thinking it was overly long, self-indulgent, and despite the stellar cast, very boring. This was a feeling that started growing with his two prior films as well. Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained both left me feeling like the filmmaker really need someone in his life to tell him no. I didn't get on board with the revisionist history of Basterds, and Django just came off as a director sniffing his own farts. So the bar was already set pretty low when I first saw The Hateful Eight. I was prepared to be disappointed, and disappointed I was.