Tarantino’s style
of filmmaking hasn’t changed much between his last few films;
fortunately he has a fairly unique approach to storytelling that
works well, so the repetition is forgivable. Inglourious Basterds
is typical Tarantino: drawn out, musing, thought-provoking and witty
dialogue, an excessive attention to detail, chapters and flashing
character name/title notifications, and a sarcastic, darkly humorous
angle on over-the-top violence. “The Germans will be sickened
by us!” yells fanatical, compassionless leader Raine. Some
scenes drag noticeably with beefed up dialogue that never quite
bores, but the culmination of events, the crossing paths of characters,
and the outrageous climax more than makes up for the extra time
Tarantino has the audience seated in a theater chair. It’s
unexpected, historically inaccurate, and no-holds-barred entertaining.
And Christoph Waltz turns in an absolutely show-stealing performance
as the calculating villain.
A slow-motion zap to the senses, with the Basterds turning the
tables on history and the Nazis, Tarantino’s obvious love
of manipulation and movies finds its way into this offbeat war
picture, along with in-depth conversations on Linder vs. Chaplin,
strudels, milk and the expected racial remarks. He demonstrates
his ability to toy with the audience through great musical selections,
uneasy laughs to break up tension, a proficient arrangement of
coincidences, and extreme anticipation – at times the suspense
is delightfully overbearing. Considering Tarantino’s sizable
pop culture grasp on cinephiles and teenagers everywhere, it’s
safe to assume that for years to come people will be misspelling
“inglorious” and “bastards” and will be
unable to accurately retell key events of World War II.
- The Massie Twins
Looks good, but maybe a lil too gory for me. =\