Review – Jackie Brown

Wow, I haven’t seen this many long tracking shots since film school. Jean-Luc Goddard would be proud of the lethargic pace of this failed atmosphere piece, enfant terrible Quentin Tarantino’s attempt to make an old Elmore Leonard novel into a 30-minute caper movie stretched out over two and a half hours. What a waste of good acting talent, too. The normally excellent Samuel L. Jackson is the delivery vehicle for most of the film’s 30-some appearances of the N-word, and by the time he lets his hair down toward the end he starts to look like the Crypt Keeper. See if desperate