Just in case you wanted to like Hopper, Quentin had him give a racist little speech before Walken blows his fuckin brains out. And I think that's the fundamental trick that Tarantino has found over the years: in a Hollywood action milieu that pits likeable heroes against despicable villains, an action movie with no likeable characters is the ultimately wildcard. Half the time you kind of want CS and PA to get whacked because they're so stupid, but like goddamn dudes stop telling Brad Pitt fucking anything. Love Lies Bleeding clearly draws from the same well, 30 years later.
The plot is basically pure kung fu nerd male fantasy: a newly-minted callgirl gets assigned to a loser-coded kung fu nerd by his secret santa boss and boy is able to use violence to buy her freedom plus a nest-egg to begin their new life together. This of course pisses off CW, gets DH killed and drives the plot. Ultimately I think it ends ambiguously: the screen shows CS come back to life, the bullet having missed his brain by mere inches and he and PA flee to Mexico and some recovered drug money from the orgy of violence, but I feel like maybe he died and that was all pre-death fantasy, in a darker interpretation. But you gotta love that Hans Zimmer score played on the worlds most xylophoney xylophone or some shit.
Who am I kidding, I'm making that shit my new ringtone.