Over his first decade of moviemaking, Quentin Tarantino resisted capturing a big action sequence. Sure, the prodigious writer-director counted on violence — both implied and explicit — to fill up the frames of Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, and Jackie Brown. But that trio of black-humored and hard-boiled yarns mostly skipped over mass carnage and relied on extensive, verbose dialogue and dramatic storytelling. Gunshots, tortures, and blood stains only served as stylized punctuation. Until Kill Bill.
