Don't get me wrong, I like Quentin Tarrantino, or rather I like his movies. Quentin himself comes off bit daft and more than a little manic. But hey, loved Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, and Kill Bill Vol. 1. Vol 2 was okay, as was Jackie Brown. Grindhouse, not so much. As for True Romance, that was Tony Scott's fault.
Spoiler Alert: I'm going to be talking about Inglorious Basterds.
Who am I kidding, nobody reads this blog.
Saw the film tonight. Overall, not bad. A little talky, and not in a "Royale with Cheese" kind of talky. More like C-Span-at-3:00-in-the-morning kind of talky. Editing was a little under the top, and as expected the gratuitous violence over the top. But that's not a complaint, I knew what the score was going into the theater. One does not go to a Russ Meyer movie and complain about the abundance of female bosoms, just as one does not go to a QT movie and complain about the generous application of squibs and karo syprup with red dye #5.
One interesting point of note, I noticed an homage to one of the most brilliant WWII movies ever, Kelly's Heroes. They lifted the soundtrack from the penultimate scene in KH and spliced it into one of the scenes in IB. Didn't catch the credits to see if Quentin put in an acknowledgment to Clint Eastwood, my kids (K and A, the little ones stayed home for this one) were dragging me out the theater.
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