Every single character is SUCH A CHARACTER!
This script is so overwhelmingly baroque it's like getting a blowjob from a girl while she's chewing peppermint bubblegum, and I don't mean it in a good way.
Every single character is oh so special! with its own backstory, so we have to endure a barefeet taxi driver with a love for gruesome details, a flock-of-seagulls-hairdo-wearing college-dropout-turned-drug-dealer, a whole circus show slew of impersonators as restaurant personnel, a sado maso sodomizer cop, etc.
And unfortunately they all suffer verbal-diarrhea like Tarantino.
His fascination with people is annoying, redundant, unnecessary. We get so many trivial details that it's like having a camera that focuses on everything from a mile away instead of showing us what matters.
The only two people in 2.5 hours of movie that had nothing special about them are:
the kid getting his head blown in the car and the coffee shop manager.
Anybody else who gets to be in the frame of the camera has to have something extraordinary about them, quickly turning the movie into a theme park without visitors, where EVERYBODY is a special character.
I lived in L.A. for 10 years and in that whole stretch of time I haven't met half as many interesting people as in this film.