I feel like this movie was little more than an overly exaggerated love letter from Quentin to Uma. I have watched each of his films with anticipation, thinking each one would build on the genius of the other to eventually show the clever overview of his talent. With this film, however, I feel like it's more than 'he's gone astray' I feel like his less-than-loveable public persona copuled with this monstrostity of a film has shown me that yet again, I was fooled by the promise and let down with the test of time. Not only will I not rush out to see Volume II, I doubt his name will ever incite me to get up and go to the theater again.