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There's a book called Exercises in Style. Written by a french poet, he relates the story of a man on a bus who accuses his neighbor of jostling him. He does it 99 times, a different style for every chapter - extended metaphors, odes, haiku, passive.
I see Kill Bill as kind of a filmmaker's Exercises in Style - he's crammed so much into it. The story is interesting, if not particularly outstanding, and the dialogue is below par for Tarantino, but the light and the timing and the music and the glorious, glorious fighting more than make up for it.
What I liked best was the feeling throughout the movie that everyone involved with its production was having a shitload of fun.
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