I watched Inglorious Basterds by Quentin Tarantino today. It’s his World War II “revenge” piece, giving us an alternate universe where several Jewish-Americans go throughout occupied France scalping Nazis, and culminates in a cinema where Goebbels propaganda is being shown with all the key players in Nazi Germany in attendance giving the opportunity for the end of the war should these basterds (a word purposely misspelled) prevail. I won’t give away how the plot ends.
When I left the theater, I was thinking “That’s one messed up movie. But in a good way.” And it’s true. The violence is, as typical Tarantino, over-the-top, and as he has consistently shown through all his movies it contains elements of satire within it. Indeed, part of what makes a Tarantino movie compelling is his extremely dark sense of humor, and the fact that he will go places that any other director would consider lame. It works for Tarantino, however—instead of being lame, when a handwritten scrawl with an arrow points out who one of the Nazi leadership is it just fits in as being something Tarantino does. Sorta like the anime in the middle of Kill Bill Volume 1. It doesn’t make sense on its own, and no other director would have done it, but it’s perfect in the Tarantino universe.
In any case, this will be a movie that you’ll either love or hate. If you like other Tarantino, you’ll like this one. And if you hate Tarantino, well this won’t improve your opinion of him. Still, you won’t walk out of Inglorious Basterds feeling like you’ve just watched every clichéd movie ever written. You’ll leave thinking: “Well, that was certainly different.” And Tarantino’s best skill—his ability to craft realistic dialogue—shines through in many examples in this film.
One final note is Brad Pitt. For the first time since…well, ever, Pitt actually acts well in a movie. A large part of it is due to the simplistic nature of his character. The only real skill Pitt needed to master was a Southern drawl, since he played a man from the hills of Tennessee. Indeed, that led to one of the funnier moments in the film when Pitt’s character has to pass himself off as an Italian film director, and you get Pitt’s redneck drawl mixed with Italian words. It’s similar to listening to a Texan try to pronounce Spanish, only more so. You’ll have to watch it to fully understand what I mean there—although I’m sure soon enough it’ll be on YouTube too.





