Second trailer came out today, outlining Inglorious Basterds, the new offering from Quentin Tarantino. This got me all lathered up and itching to watch it, so I got my net on and saw what the buzz was. Now, there was a lot of jive and some flaming going on about Tarantino being a has-been or a one-trick pony, citing Death Proof as a linchpin (emphasis “lynch”).
Look, I went to see Grindhouse and I enjoyed both movies, but Tarantino should not have tailed that double-feature. That car conversation over breakfast was toned in true-Tarantino, but it wasn’t something I really wanted to watch, two hours after my ass hit the seat. The action was phenomenal though, and should not have been a mouthpiece.
In Inglorious Basterds, you’ve got room to explore though – the title alone speaks tomes of what we can expect: an exploration of the vilest things that people can do to one another as a group of eight American men try to out-monster the greatest monsters in human history. Anyone who rags on his dialog is missing the point, which is, Tarantino is a twisted man who thinks of terrible things to do to people and the best way to film it.
Case in point: