Reservoir Dogs 1992

It felt like Among Us, nobody knows who the rat is and paranoia slowly poisons the room. Every line of dialogue feels like an accusation waiting to happen. This also feels like a prototype of The Hateful Eight. Both movies trap strangers inside a single location after violence already happened outside, then the story becomes a slow autopsy of the event through conversations. Characters keep retelling their version of truth, alliances form and break, someone is secretly hiding an identity, and the quiet observer in the room ends up being the most dangerous person. Tarantino also structures both films around long monologues, and delayed reveals rather than chronological storytelling, so the audience pieces together the crime the same way the characters do. Even the tone is similar, dark humor mixed with sudden brutality. I lost interest though. I realized this particular Tarantino style, heavy dialogue chamber pieces like Reservoir Dogs and The Hateful Eight, is not the side of his filmography I gravitate toward. I prefer his more kinetic or visually playful films because these talk driven standoffs feel more like theatrical exercises than cinematic immersion for me.