Holy &*%$. Inglorious Basterds is INSANE. What a film. Totally satisfied any taste buds for film that I ever had, and maybe even churned up a new taste. It was just badass, and I do not use that term lightly, or often. Not only was the dialog, as usual with Tarantino, perfectly constructed with always the slightest sassy sarcasm and humour, but the casting was just astounding and blew me away with a smörgåsbord of talent. The story, above all things, was what held the movie. It did not focus on the concentration camp, horrifically sad and depressing side of the war, hey, it hardly even focused on Hitler, he was more of a side character in this movie haha. The story focused on the brutal scalping American rebels feuding with the ever feared Nazis to seek sweet sweet revenge. Simple as that. And to tell you the truth, we have all wanted to make something like this to shove in history's face. It gets your heart pounding like a jack rabbit, you're on the edge of your seat with the incredibly crafted tension, and you feel like yelling and shouting riotously at the screen in the end with a huge "YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Holy shiat, see this movie.
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