Review: Inglorious Basterds

Seen a couple times and 8/28/14

3/4

While Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds is clearly a great film, wildly original and of supreme entertainment value, I am obliged to note foremost the contents of my most recent viewing, which was valuable as an experience only really to solidify my opinion of the movie for the next handful of years before I may see it again. I thought that it would strike me as it first did, which was so long ago and in such a different era of my filmviewing history, but it really didn't. I recognized the brilliance, but I didn't feel it. The Christoph Waltz dialogue was fantastic, as it always has been-- drawn and deliberate to the most impeccable form; similarly, Lt. Raine's twangy farting-otherwise-known-as-language was brilliantly placed and timed, holding an awesome, almost physical comedy. Other parts fell together with the gorgeous and perfect imperfection that marks Tarantino films. I guess I'm just too accustomed to this kind of film for the time being. Tarantino is no longer shocking, especially not his two recent films (Basterds and Django). Maybe I could still experience the full impact of Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction. Yes, probably so.