Yeah, I'm pretty much smack in the middle. I did not love it, I did not hate it. I enjoyed it for the 65/70mm panavision scope. The movie looked gorgeous. It was, despite the white landscape, a fairly colorful and lush looking film.
The reasons I did not love it. I got really tired of the concept really fast. I enjoyed the ride in to the haberdashery, and even the character intros, but once Tarantino started to narrate . . . it just sucked me right out of the movie. The story just didn't have a compelling enough "twist" to make the final act of the film any more interesting than the first act. You knew something was up at the haberdashery immediately, so it just becomes about waiting to see how the violence will be inflicted instead of being about how the story will be told.
The reasons I did not hate it. Kurt Russell. Walton Goggins. Tim Roth. Sam Jackson. Jennifer Jason Leigh. Behind the Camera it was Robert Richardson's work on this film was nothing short of inspirational for me. Every shot in the film just made me want to pick up a camera again. And Ennio Morricone is always amazing. I bought the score as soon as I was done watching the film.
I read a few reviews that bashed the film for being a movie about unlikable characters. It is called The Hateful 8 though, so it's not like that was a big secret. That kind of thing never bothers me unless the story is clunky and this story felt really clunky to me. But I still enjoyed the character work.
But here is the thing about a film full of "bad guys". Asking the audience to care about who one particular bad guy is, or what they are after, what they are doing, amongst a film full of bad guys, isn't all that compelling. I didn't care who was after Daisy. I didn't care who poisoned the coffee. They were all worthy of death. It's a tough angle to get right in a film.
The violence felt like a continuation of Django Unchained. It was "splashy" bloodwork. Tarantino likes his spurting splashy blood. Doesn't bother me, or put me off. I just felt it didn't really fit this particular film. In Django there was like 12 people getting killed at once in a massive shootout, and the bloodwork became part of the balet, so to speak. It worked.
So yeah, I liked it.