Spelling may not be Quentin Tarantino’s forte, but his grasp of language (both verbal and visual) is peerless. Yet though the writer-director was once widely imitated, he has now settled into an idiosyncratic groove that puts off more people than it attracts, and it’s doubtful Inglourious Basterds will redress the imbalance.
“INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS”, and yeah, that’s the way they purposely misspell it, is a movie that I went into kicking and screaming. I’d seen the preview at coming attractions which I seldom do and it just looked awful. Okay, it’s got Brad Pitt in it and he’s really cute. And there’s somebody called Christoph Waltz that I’d never heard of and didn’t know anything about. Diane Kruger I’d actually heard of before, but this is a cast of unknowns other than Brad Pitt. The story is a regiment of rag tag Jewish guys in World War II, who decide to go Nazi hunting during the war. The director is Quentin Tarantino so you can expect that it’s a little bit gory. Okay, more than a little bit gory and a lot disrespectful. But this is actually a movie of 150 minutes, that’s two and a half hours in human speak, that goes by surprisingly quickly. It’s kind of a combination of the “Dirty Dozen”, “Mission Impossible” and “Stalag 17”. It’s little bit of everything, but it actually works very well. Especially because of Christoph Waltz who plays Colonel Hans Landa. Part of it is really upsetting, part of it is genuinely funny. But it’s a mix that actually works very well. Four stars.