True words indeed: the Catch-22 of DP is exactly what produces my pure hatred, my undiluted loathing and contempt for the film. The fact is that Tarantino has deliberately produced a bad film that the spectator must watch ironically. We’re not supposed to drawn into this world; we’re not made to sympathize with the characters. No, we are held back by the sheer insanity of Tarantino’s noxious cocktail from feeling the slightest connection to this film and its diegesis.
I don’t necessarily agree but it’s a cogent point: