Movie Review: Inglourious Basterds
Editorial Note: If you have not seen this movie yet, get out of your fucking high backed red velvet chair and go. Don’t read this review until you have. Not because of any spoilers, (for which we may include many) but because this movie is THAT fucking good. SO good in fact that one Mash The Keys was quoted as saying; “I think I’m going to see that movie AGAIN in theaters, it was THAT good” (inflections included for posterity) If you have already seen Inglourious Basterds (which you damn well should!) than feel free to agree with our proverbial dick suck of Quentin Tarantino. [Ed. note of other editor: Unlike my colleague, Ronin Powride, I don’t actually condone fellating Mr. Tarantino, but the movie was quite excellent. —MtK]
RP: If I was only allowed to say two words to convince you to see Inglourious Basterds it would be; “Scalping Nazis.” I have always been a Quentin Tarantino fan, from Reservior Dogs to Kill Bill, I have found his work to be astounding. I think he will go down as one of the best film directors/writers of this generation. Tarantino has built a huge following due to his uncanny ability to stylize his films in the coolest and most badass way possible. His films are build around quick intense action scenes combined with intelligent and incredibly interesting dialogue. This makes the prospect of Tarantino making a WWII movie so fucking exciting. Needless to say, I was excited to see this movie.
MtK I was extremely excited to see this film, and it’s rare that I head into a film carrying no suspicion or doubt about how good it’ll be. I knew this film would be great, but I wasn’t sure just HOW good it would be. The thing with Tarantino is, you do need to shut off certain expectations about how he’s going to portray his story. We already knew this was a fictionalized story, so anything goes.
RP: Above all the nazi scalping and insane violence of the film the first scene (probably first 20 minutes or so) has stuck with me for the days since I saw it. I will avoid going into too many details about it but it is probably one of the most powerful scenes in a Tarantino movie to date. Christoph Waltz and Denis Menochet play out a scene where the entire time I was thinking; somethings wrong, somethings going to happen, whats going to happen, what the fuck, whaaat the fuck, OHHH SHIT. This scene sets the stage for the quality of performance that can be expected through the entire film. The worst performance may sadly be connected to BJ Novak by no blame of his own. He will always be The Temp. OR the one who started the fire.
Like most Tarantino films, this film has its moments of utter gratuitous violence that carries you from one conversation piece to another. The audience seemed to erupt during all the over the top nazi killing action (partially due to opening night audience bias) Unlike Kill Bill, Tarantino goes for a much more realistic style of intense and often grusome violence. Kill Bill aside, it is certainly his most violent film to date. I was in a better place for its entire two hours and forty minute running time.
MtK: Okay, so, one thing you’re going to hear about this film is violence, violence, violence. I mean, even the trailer shows us Lt. Aldo Raine’s (played by Brad Pitt) undying love for Nazi scalps. However, the dramatic scenes in between are amazing. Though a fictionalized account, you can feel the fears and tainted memories of the characters throughout, particularly those directly affected by the occupation—Tarantino does an excellent job here. Of course, there are some classic Tarantino random bits that make the movie entertaining. Guitar riffs and ’70s titles when a character is introduced, Samuel Jackson explaining why old film is flammable, and plenty of flashbacks. You realize that among the main characters, Hanns Landa (Christoph Waltz) and Lt. Aldo have the most and least lines, respectively, but they are both extremely effective characters.
I said it before and I’ll say it again. For a film that clocks in at more than 2 and a half hours, I was not once bored. Tarantino does an excellent job swaying emotions, keeping the story going, and telling a great story to boot.
RP: I can always judge how much I enjoyed a movie based on how hyper I am after the movie is over. My attitude during the walk back to my car is a key indicator as to my feelings on any movie. Am I slouching? Are my pants wet? Am I wearing pants at all? All these things are important to take into consideration.
When the credits rolled on Inglourious Basterds, I found myself simultaneously super hyper but also very pensive. I guess thats what Tarantino’s aim was all along. I kept thinking back to the first scene and then having images of badass gun fights and nazi killings jump into my head. All I could come up with was; “I fucking loved that movie.” The Monday after, I still feel the same way.
MtK I agree that the film was definitely left a good taste in my mouth. It did make me pensive about quite a few things—the war, the places I’d visited what they looked like during the war, but it also gave me a deep appreciation for how entertaining the film was. I won’t say funny, because it wasn’t necessarily humorous, it was just good and engaging.
All said and done, FajitaMonday rates this a rare FIVE firey-hot skillets.




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roninpowride
11 months ago


