Basterds Blog

Pittman,

Yes, I do really like alliteration.
Well.... We've finally arrived. We are part of something infinately bigger than ourselves. The mighty blogosphere. Now, we blog.
To begin with, I agree that this summer has been a decent summer for movies. I enjoyed Star Trek. I loved The Hurt Locker, which is by far the best I've seen this year. But I was disappointed by Public Enemies. And I rather suck a dick than watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen again.
As for the subject at hand, I get the feeling I liked Inglourious Basterds a little less than you. As with all Tarantino movies, there were wonderful, unforgettable scenes that will be referenced by pop culture for years to come, like the scene where we first meet the Bear Jew or the anachronistic red dress scene that is basically a David Bowie music video. Great song by the way; it's called "Cat People." I'm listening to it right now. Tarantino's soundtracks never disappoint.
However, this movie is no Pulp Fiction. When it comes to Quentin Tarantino, Pulp Fiction is Michael Jordan: there will never be anything that good again.
That being said, I'm going to take Roger Ebert's advice and see this movie again before I hand down my final verdict. Ebert gave the film four stars by the way. And it got a solid 69 on Metacritic.
As for the Nazi soldiers, I agree that Tarantino portrayed the average German soldier very fairly, and probably very realistically. But it was the Jew Hunter Han Landa that stole the movie, and he was pretty fucking evil, in a way that only works for Nazi. "That's a biiiingo!!!"
By the way, what is the plural for Nazi? Nazii?
Critics have criticized (go figure) Tarantino for making a movie that amounts to little more than an adolescent boy's revenge fantasy with no, and I hate this next phrase, "moral accountability." Bullshit. War isn't supposed to be about moral accountability; it's about being in the shit. And in a Tarantino movie, the good guys also commit atrocities. And i dig that.