A Texas cop with sunbaked skin grimly appraises the wedding-chapel murder scene. Nine, 10 bodies--an entire bridal party, including the white-gowned bride--are splayed on the floor amid hundreds of spent shells. The cop detects the fatal precision of professionals in this atrocious tableau: lives dispatched cleanly, corpses draped just so. "If you was a moron," he drawls, "you could almost admire it."
That has already been the reaction of some critics to Kill Bill Vol. 1. With geysers of blood and a death count in the dirty dozens, with torsos sliced sideways and lengthwise, with a tongue yanked to Tex...