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 Originally Posted by krisvds
@ shootem: no love for inglorious basterds or kill bill? I enjoyed every film QT did to some extent. I even liked Death Proof 
'Kill Bill Vol 1' was Ok (just ok), but Vol 2 was the pits. However 'Inglorious Basterds' is the moment I stopped giving Tarentino chances.
Here's a review below (if you're interested):
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'Inglorious Basterds'
I have to say, I'm done with Quentin. I've been giving him numerous chances since the brilliant 'Reservoir Dogs', but besides the decent 'Pulp Fiction' (VASTLY over rated though), he hasn't delivered...not once and this is the latest in a long series of disappointments.
Everything about this film is just irritating. Yes, I know it's supposed to be a parody of WWII (I get that). However, even as a parody, it stinks. It can't seem to get its own head around what it's supposed to be. So, subsequently, the viewer is left with the same fogginess.
In its defence, the first chapter is actually quite entertaining, even if the chapter idea is utterly ridiculous. Unfortunately, the opening sequence with the SS officer Landa and the French farmer is misleading in the extreme. It signals a vastly different film than the one we end up with. It is, for the most part, played entirely straight and with great suspense and it had me hooked for its duration. But, when you couple that scene, with end of the picture, you could be forgiven for thinking that you stepped out of a quality WWII movie and mistakenly stepped into a Mel Brooks comedy. The opening is incredibly deceitful.
The film rapidly descends into farce though, in the second chapter, when we are introduced to the "basterds". The entire scene and rest of the movie marred by Brad Pitt's terrible effort at a Tennessee drawl. "Wun Hunerd natzee skalps!". No sooner are we introduced to the avenging Jewish angels, then we're fast forwarded off to France in 1944, where the Basterds have been "killin' natzees" and their rep has been solidified!
The finale descends into it's obvious absurd conclusion, complete with a Hitler death at the hands of the Jewish soldiers and the abandonment of everything sensible. Even the chilling SS officer Landa is reduced to farce, completely stripped of the menace he oozed in the first chapter.
In short, the film is a series of set pieces, very loosely connected. The better ones being the beginning and the scene in the tavern. But, overall, the film is an absolute mess, pulling in far too many different directions. It's understandable that Tarantino had such a difficult time with the script and it seems that he never got around to ever pulling a truly finished draft. Quentin and his sycophants may think it's "kewl", but I want more than he has to offer.
In the end, like the producers of 'Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus', Quentin Tarantino is desperately hoping to capture the "so bad its good" vibe and is failing to understand that accident has a major part to play in that atmosphere, despite his wealth of knowledge in that area. Like Tarantino, I have a fondness for 70's Spaghetti WWII rip-off's, like the original 'Inglorious Bastards' or 'Five for Hell', but these films are entertaining, not because they set out to be deliberately bad, but because the filmakers just got it so wrong, due to various reasons including budget, schedule, lack of talent etc.
Tarantino has access to incredible amounts of money, schedule and talent...so stop deliberately trying to get things wrong. That doesn't mean, conversely, Tarantino is getting things "right". It just means that he's getting "wrong" wrong.
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