The Hateful 8 is actually the movie that soured me on Tarantino's indulgences and made me stop and wonder if I liked his work as much as I thought I did. I felt that a little bit during Django Unchained as well, which has such a strange pace to it, but The Hateful 8 just comes off as pointless. It's an exercise in chamber piece dialogue and a slight whodunit, but it just goes in circles and reveals its hand to no fan fair, then keeps going and going and going until a flat ending. I still don't know what The Hateful 8 wants to be. Shame because Russell, Jackson, and Goggins are fantastic, and the movie has some good bits (the door gag, the atmospheric horror tinged snow scenes)
I keep waiting for Tarantino's tension to pay off in worthwhile ways instead of undercutting itself with roundabout dialogue and empty violence, but it's not happening. His method of chapter based writing, almost constructing the movies with these modular talky set pieces is wearing thin on me the more I see them.