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!
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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.
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