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SPOILER ALERT. I’m giving it all away in the first paragraph!
Everybody hates a Nazi.
That’s as good a place to start as any: Everybody hates a Nazi, and when a whole lot of them burn at the end of Quentin Tarantino’s “Inglourious Basterds,” you can’t help but relish in the irony of it all. When Hitler (oh yes, Hitler is in the film) gets his face destroyed by a hail of bullets, maybe you get squeamish and avert your eyes. But you don’t feel bad. You never feel bad.
After all, this is HITLER.
He’s the worst of the bad guys. Just ask President Obama.
This is Tarantino’s trick with Basterds. He draws a distinct line between the bad stuff done by the good guys (Brad Pitt and his crew) and the bad stuff done by the bad guys (those dead Nazis) and then just leaves it there, so in the end, while you hate those Nazi bastards (and want to see them burn), you’re totally OK with the American ones, and maybe even cheering them on some (but not too much).
And you’re left wondering, why? It has to be more than the accent, right?
But that’s the after-you-see-it conversation.
What you really want to know is, does it stack up?
Well, this IS a period piece so Tarantino can’t fall back on the jive-talking bad-muther-fucker routine. But that’s what keeps Basterds from being simple novelty (see “Death Proof”) and allows for a few surprises (like the totally moving opening scene). It’s heartening to see that Tarantino can do a genre-shift and keep it real (so to speak).
And he does have his moments (the opening credits, voice overs from Harvey Keitel and Sam Jackson, some knife skills that rival “Reservoir Dogs”). But for the most part this is a “normal” film. Normal being a relative term.
Let’s say it’s the least “Tarantino” of the Tarantino films and have that not be a critique.
**SPOILERS**
I gotta say, I was disappointed. When I first left the theater I enjoyed the movie, and felt okay, but the more I think back on it, the more I'm just disappointed. The movie wasn't Death Proof, but it was certainly more Death Proof than it was Kill Bill. The opening scene WAS wonderful film, but the intensity of it went sharply downhill after that, and the excitement of the film went with it. I get what was being aimed for, the build-up, the cat-and-mouse, and the tension as to when the game is going to crash down, and…it worked to a point, but just…I wanted so much more. I wanted rampaging through the country, killing Nazis. I wanted more of Brad Pitts manic energy, and the Bear-Jew. we won't ever see that movie, I don't think, and that is always going to taint my perception of this film.
Strange, I have the opposite comment. I'm hoping that Tarantino for once actually used violence for a point rather than just his 9,000th blood splatter fest. I left the film truly hoping that he got the irony of making one group so evil that you could do all sorts of horrific things to them and everyone would just laugh and laugh, when that's exactly what the Nazis did with the Jews. I think he did get it, because he showed Hitler laughing and laughing through the film of Jews being killed. I guess what I'm really hoping is that the audience got that point. The likelihood that many may have 'loaded up on dessert without eating their peas' doesn't bode well for our ability to avert future genocide.
inglourious basterds is really a nice film that was set on a timeline during World War II ""
i like war movies and inglourious basterds is one of the movies that i really love *;"