Disjointed populist trite cliche in movie form...like a bad dream that lasts a nauseating 2 hours 34 minutes. Once again Sam-U-El Jackson reprises his one character act...is there anytime he's not screaming his lines? What about greasy-headed Travolta. Ugh. One of those films that you need a shower after watching. Then again, considering it's Tarantino, maybe it does justify another look...in the same spirit of the Special Olympics. Or not.