I've seen this four times. The last time was with my brother and four of my friends. My parents were out of town so we decided to have an outdoor matinee. I grabbed the extension cord and disconnected their flat screen and DVD player. We watched it under the stars. This was one of my favorite communal movie experiences and this is my favorite Tarantino picture.
Lately I've found myself disillusioned by him. I don't know what has changed in me. The same style of jibber jabber that once had me so dazzled now feels dulled and lacking the same urgency. It might be my own familiarity with his dialogue, or perhaps his prose doesn't work as well in the Western genre. I'm sure that his recent fixation on racial friction hasn't always worked, but I love his inability to walk away from it. HATEFUL EIGHT hits a lot of redundant notes to no avail, even so I think it's got more going on than most movies these days. I just hope he can get it done in less time. I guess my point in pointing out his recent failings is to note that JACKIE BROWN is damn near flawless.
It's also lovely. You can feel the love for the cast, love for Elmore Leonard, love for cinema and specifically the process of making a movie. There isn't a moment that feels wasted or superfluous. You love watching this woman double cross both sets of self-serving men. Tarantino is often better when writing for women. I never mind spending the two plus hours with the eponymous character as portrayed by Pam Grier (among the most attractive performances ever, if I may be so creepy). The same can be said for the rest of the cast. This is one of the best ensembles ever.
I'll limit this to just one Tarantino, though KILL BILL VOL. 2 and DEATH PROOF are among my personal favorites. I get why he polarizes so many, though I'm always wary of groupthink. JACKIE BROWN seems to stand apart for even the most weathered dissidents. I'm admittedly far from that crowd, but this movie is something worth agreeing about.