The Hateful Eight ★★½

I had time to plan out and order all the supplies for my next cross stitch during this movie. I had time to stretch. I had time to hold a whole conversation about said cross stitch over text with my friend. I was in genuine shock when this movie ended. It had been going on for so long, I had gotten accustomed to just having it there, Samuel L Jackson yelling some nonsense or other, for the rest of the day. I had accepted that it would never end. And then, at last, it did. Was it good? I can’t say. I just know it was long.