Kill Bill turns a revenge picture into a design language: the Bride's chrome-yellow tracksuit with its lone black side-stripe, the cold sheen of katana steel, and the screen-filling slab type of a 1970s exploitation card. Everything is flat, saturated, and high-contrast — no gradients across the field, no mercy in the spacing.
The page is chaptered like the film: numbered acts, hard cuts between siren yellow and grindhouse black, brushed-steel dividers drawn like a blade, and a single arterial spray of Crazy-88 red. It is a system built on straight lines and full volume — the katana logic where every edge is sharp and every title lands with weight.