Typically associated with expansive desert vistas and sun-drenched ghost towns, the Western genre is oftentimes placed within a restrictive category of summer-tinged spaces where personal roaming and political conquest seem never-ending.
Although films like The Hateful Eight present the West as a space of cold isolation and cabin-bound claustrophobia in a popular context, Quentin Tarantino’s Western thriller is one of many wintry westerns that critique the glorified colonialism at the core of the genre through the visual melancholy of icy terrain and the interiority of warm wooden shacks.
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