Tarantino was treated more like a rock star than a movie director.

Did he live up to his promise? How will he be remembered?

TALK TALK BANG BANG BY GRAHAM DASELER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 32

Movie directors, as a general rule, try to be as hush-hush as possible about their upcoming films. No one likes their work to be judged before it’s complete, and no one likes to have their well-planned surprise ruined in advance, especially when millions of dollars are at stake. You can thus imagine Quentin Tarantino’s pique when the script for his film The Hateful Eight was leaked by the website Gawker before he began shooting it. First, Tarantino canceled the project. Then he sued Gawker. Then, after some rewriting, he announced the film was back on. The story, barring any radical changes by Tarantino, will cover territory already well-trodden by the director—the Old West, bounty hunters, race relations—and will be full of his usual tropes: chapter headings, lengthy conversation broken by bloody gunplay, and, of course, his favorite six-letter racial epithet. …