n the hyper-kinetic Kill Bill 1 you didn't know when the end happened, in Vol 2 you often wish the proceedings could hurtle to the finale, fast.

Vol. 2 fills in the motivational and emotional blanks that left the first movie tasting like a meal made only of appetizers.

I don't even want to do Tarantino and his pathetic accomplices the honour of recounting the narrative of the second "volume" of this exercise in trashpedalling, and frankly I don't need to, because there isn't a plot to speak of.

...Volume 2 is very different—in tone, textures, and rhythms—from its predecessor: here, the violence progresses towards minimalism, while the characters shed their abstract skin so that their souls can grow (and overflow). [Full review in Spanish]