First, you hate it, then you get used to it.
A lyrical, challenging piece of literature becomes a stupid, sloppy film.
A technological improvement, but still work to be done on cleaning windows into a digital soul.
Johnny Depp may or may not be in it. What more can I say?
Tarantino's turn is a butt-shifter, but the endeavor carries a giddy, ghastly charge.
