Let me start by stating I am not a Tarantino fan. As someone once said – Tarantino is in love with his characters’ endlessly blubbering his scripted dialogues. And then there is this obsession with senseless violence for the mere sake of violence.
In Inglourious Basterds, despite the great cast, Tarantino is reaching new heights of pulp. By mixing The Dirty Dozen into a Spaghetti Western style film, in a Jewish Holocaust context, Tarantino, yet again, enjoys public masturbation. His set of mind seems to be that originality can stem by taking various existing themes and throwing them into a mixer just to see what new breed may emerge. Well guess what – its not working...
The film as a whole is engaging enough to keep one awake, and it has some good moments, especially because of good performances by the cast. But at the end of the show it leaves you with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Or more precisely – two and a half hours of absolutely nothing. So – if you have to see it, you probably won’t suffer too much. Yet, if you have other cinematic choices, take them.