These are some exciting times here at BFO. I was going to post something from our new contributor, Radiation Juan, but his latest post needs some editing and censoring (that sick freak). In the meantime, I’ll tell you about Inglourious Basterds, which I saw last night with some friends.
So I’ll tell you straight away: After a full day to think about it, this movie didn’t do very much for me. Yes, it’s a fantasy about getting even with the Nazis. It’s Tarantino, and it’s got a great cast. Great things going for it, wouldn’t you say?
Yeah, I thought so too. In the end, it just felt like a half-hearted exercise. Sure, the evil of the Nazis is hard to match unless they’re also zombies (It’s been done), and we sure like seeing them lose.
But the whole movie just didn’t flow. I hate Nazis as much as the next guy except I just couldn’t get past the idea that these dudes (led by Brad Pitt) are just waltzing around behind enemy lines whacking Nazis and taking their scalps as war booty. I know, I know. It’s a Nazi killing fantasy. We’re supposed to suspend belief for awhile. Still, aside from a few standouts (the main Nazi guy and Brad Pitt with his over-thick southern accent), I felt that the script could have been written by a first year film student (high school).
I’ll give it 6 internetz on 10.
Anyway, I’m going to watch Watchmen now. I’ll let you know how that turns out.