Anyway, I wrote a pretty lengthy awesome review of Tarantino's latest flick, Inglourious Basterds. Putting spelling aside, and my sloppy copy-and-paste job, enjoy:
Sadly, to be honest, I was weary of seeing this movie. Yes, I know. Tarantino, Pitt, Roth, Kruger, Novak, WWII, Hitler, Nazis, Scalps and Tyler was weary. Why, one might ask? Well, [1] the fear of expectations not being met [HA,] [2] the fear of seeing just another war movie [HAHA,] [3] the fear that for the first time that I may not enjoy a Tarantino film [HAHAHA!] Unexpectedly, fiercely, and with force, I was blown out of the theater and my scalp hit the projector. [1] My expectations were exceeded. [2] This film shouldn't float around the words 'just another war movie.' [3] This is a bright shining example of why I love Tarantino's flicks and why I will keep loving them. Note: I should NOT have been weary. Bad Tyler, BAD Tyler!!
Yes, I have created a new paragraph. Different from my usual blob of a review, I know. Get used to it. Anyway: This movie, this character study, this comedy, this tale of fate, this [uh,] tragedy[?], this retelling of history grabbed me from the opening credits until the big blue screen at the end. I love the old-school opening, something I see being done more and more often. [I think 'Drag Me To Hell' was the last time I saw it.] I was engaged fully, and did not once turn my head from the screen ... even though there were some more than graphic violence occurring. However, there was one part in Chapter 5 where I literally grabbed my friend Shannon's arm and just gaped merrily at the screen.
Don't even get me started about the dialogue. Mentioning the awesomeness of dialogue in a Tarantino movie is like, well, making a worthy note of the explosions in a Michael Bay picture: there are a whole lot of them, they are amazing, and blah blah blah shitty simile. There were ladies, there were cigarettes, there were feet, [well a shoe,] I mean come on, look who's directing!! You should know his fetishes by now.
Can we just talk about Christopher "Col. Hans Landa: bad ass, devilish, wacky, fun, evil Nazi" Waltz? He stole the screen!! I was in awe!! Where did this guy come from? I haven't seen a performance like that EVER! Yes, Pitt and Roth and Kruger and everybody else was amazing as well but COME ON! As far as villains go, he is ranked all way up in my Top 5 Cinematic Bad Ass Villain Douche Bag list. [Yes I have one that is indeed titled like that.] I just wanted to put aside a paragraph exclusively for this bad ass mother fucker.
The supporting players, the sound, the direction, the violence, the acting, the visuals, the ... everything ... it was just right. I wanted a Tarantino war movie and boy did they shove it right down my throat! I licked my lips and then asked for seconds. I ate that shit up. *Shout out to Ryan from The Office for having some great scenes.* Oh, and stay until the end of the credits: no hidden surprises, just simply fantastic music and yellow credits. Oh, and the extra-long disclaimer at the end is amusing. See this movie. The old history major in me is tingling all over with giddiness.
4 and a half / 5 stars
A little side note about tension. This movie has a shit load of it ... along with a few surprises. I have never seen tension build like this: whole scenes just dedicated to it. By the middle to end of any given part it's just nail-biting, seat grabbing, "Oh God Come ON' ... in a good way, of course. You are never let down. Every wind up has it's punch. [OH and quite the punch indeed. A punch right in the testicles. Nazi testicles.] It's brilliant. Just brilliant. The film did not overstay it's welcome, and it's one of those "didn't feel like two and a half hours" type of deals.
Why couldn't THIS movie be released on my birthday and NOT any shitty movies that deserve an October release instead of August. The Final Destination AND Halloween II ... both in August, both on my twenty-first birthday. Come on.
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