When I like a film, I may go to the theater a second or a third time to watch it again. (Yes, I pay for films because I believe in copyright law. And because I think that many films don’t work as well on a small screen.) This happens regularly with Quentin Tarantino’s films. Inglourious Basterds I watched three or four times, once without glasses and from the last row to focus just on the soundtrack.
Luckily, with The Hateful Eight, I have another reason to go and watch it again and again and again. In Bolivia, it’s playing with Spanish subtitles of course.
That’s a great way to learn Spanish, but in order to catch all the subtitles and to remember them, I will have to watch this film more than once. About eight times, I guess.