In one sentence: Inglourious Basterds is the shiz. Quentin Tarantino’s latest film has received a crazy mix of love (gripping dialogue, spectacular performances, great script, ‘Tarantino’s the master’) and hate (too much dialogue, stodgy performances, unoriginal script, ‘Tarantino’s losing his touch’ … blah blah blah … my ass) from the media – a reaction not uncommon when the cult film director is up for debate. I watched Tarantino’s latest with high hopes and the film most certainly did not disappoint.

It was always a great idea to subvert the outcome of World War Two by making an African American, a Jewish woman and a band of Nazi-killing Jews led by an American gentile hailing from the mountains of Tennessee, the ones to destroy Hitler and his psychotic entourage. The escapades of the Nazi-scalping Jews (aka “The BastErds”), fronted by Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) aka Aldo the Apache (a name coined by Nazi soldiers referring to the scalping methods adopted by Raine from the Native American Apache tribe), were enthralling to the max! Even the antics of the lady in the seat next to me, who covered her head with her jersey and emitted rodent-like squeals when a scalping or beating took place, did not deter my attention from what was going down on screen. (more…)