Rainbow tints the play of millions of sanskaric fibres just as MJ said – the whole of life and its wars and generations breathes – I rested along the rainbow threads, the ripples, the soft gurgle slap suck back and forth and everywhere, my bones sinking softly into their barnacled couch ...
“Looks can be deceiving,” says Michael Madsen to Kurt Russell upon first introduction inThe Hateful Eight. No four words could be more appropriate to the moment, or to the movie, a sprawling film with an intimate core. More so than most marquee movies and tent poles claiming to be “epi...