Inglourious Basterds

Sunday, August 23, 2009
Quentin Tarantino is one sick motherfucker, and I'm glad he's working out his deep seated mental issues on film instead of going on a killing spree.

Brad Pitt nails the deep southern accent and was actually quite funny (instead of annoying) in this movie.

Christoph Waltz kind of steals the show, and I spent a lot of the time watching him wishing I could punch his character in the throat. But I like Aldo's solution better.

I wonder how many illiterate SOB's will actually think the end of the war was accomplished by a group of sadistic Jewish misfits called "The Basterds" as a result of this film?

Areer-va-deer-chi!

1 comments:

mfheadcase said...

On your last point, probably not as many as you fear, but for even worse reasons.

The type of morons who mistake period movies for history would probably consider such a thing "zionist liberal propaganda."

Pessimistic? Moi? At least I am rarely disappointed and sometimes pleasantly surprised.