Uma Thurman plays The Bride (Black Mamba) who is betrayed at her wedding by Bill (David Carradine - but not seen, presume you need to see Part 2), her gang leader. After waking from a coma after 4 years, The Bride, a martial arts expert, seeks bloody, splicey revenge.

"After Pulp Fiction we all said he couldn't do it again. Well, he's done it again. Breathtakingly brilliant."

"It reminded me of that bit in Monty Python's Holy Grail when the blood squirts out of the arm during that fight..."

"I knew blondes had more fun, I now know blondes kick more ass!"

"In honour of this movie I have given up Blonde Jokes."

"Where can I get me Kaboom cereal, bitch?"

"Pussy Wagon. Pussy Wagon. Pussy Wagon. So good I said it thrice!"

The Bride makes it to the end (i.e. the middle) of the movie, killing four of her targets. We find out, in the last scene, that the daughter she was carrying when she was attacked is still alive... Kill Bill Part 2 out April 2004...

From the first sight of that 'Feature Presentation' jingle at the start, I knew this movie would be something of the most profound specialness. Oh me oh my! I have never been more not wrong! This movie made me feel like a Cheshire cat having drunk all the cream and not feeling even slightly nauseous afterwards - that is the highest dairy products based compliment I can think of at present, and tis well deserved. Burp.

I don't like martial arts movies and yet I love this movie more than I have loved a movie in a long time. This is the purest love, the love at first sight. I am infatuated. I am beguiled. I am, honest guv.

As we all know, Quentin is a movie buffs movie buff and, when you watch his movies, you instinctively know you are in the hands of a master. Don't get me wrong, dear reader: Quentin is not someone I would like to be trapped in an elevator with - I have a feeling he could out-geek the best of them. His movies, however, are something else entirely. I would go as far to say that, if I were trapped in an elevator with this movie on, it would be a joy to await my fate.

QT's movies have that extraordinary quality: he shows us a magical world and draws us in to it. He is a consummate movie maker who truly knows his craft. If there was any doubt he was a one or two film wonder then this movie surely puts a rest to that. He is a four films wonder at worst.

From the over-saturated reds of the scene of the fight between the mother (OHMYGOD! that scene in which the school bus draws up is of all time movie great calibre), to the necessarily-cartoon pedophile section, to the black and white sections all inter-cut, this triumph has to be seen to be believed.

Utterly stunning from start to finish. Can't wait for part two.

It's what Crouching Tiger should have been like. Gargantuantly superb.

Suggestion for Tarantino: Traction.

Squirty blood fetishists are well served, from brain explodey blood, to arm-cut-off squirty blood. It is Monty Python (Holy Grail) really, but just more of it, and to great music.