The images that stay with you from Kill Bill Volume 1 are bright and beautiful- Uma in her yellow motorcycle leathers busting up the House of Blue Leaves, and her showdown with O-Ren Ishii in the Zen garden. Volume 2 is quieter, dustier, and more wrenching. The Pussy Wagon, The 5,6,7,8's, and the gushing fountains of blood are gone, in favour of Texas Trailer Trash, an ancient Chinese sifu, and Daryl Hannah's eyepatch. And Bill.
The Face to Face between Bill and the Bride is more about passion than action. It might seem almost anti-climactic to some, but for me, at least, I got bloody satisfaction.