and so anyway it turn out that the best thing about The Hateful Eight (Tarantino 2015) roadshow version is not the intermission, because that would be too easy a joke, nor is it every single frame of QT’s yappy remake of John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) in which no one is speaking because it is all just so gosh-durn pretty to look at (though it is), nor that QT enables you to wile away the hours trying to figure out which precise combination of the characters the title refers to (unless it is self-deprecating joke about his oeuvre) but just the fact that someone at long last has dared to bring to the cinema an adaptation of the very best but least successful series of novels by Enid Blyton….