Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Jus' Shootin' 'em Nazis Down!!!

Written for the screen and Diretcted by : Quentin Tarantino

Starring: Brad Pitt, Christoph Waltz

Did I spell the movie title right? I mean wrong. I mean the way the screenwriter, of 'Anyone-of-you-f'in-pricks-move-and-I-will-execute-every-m'f'in-last-one-of-you' right before the background surfing song 'Misrlou' by Dick Dale and (after changing the channel on car radio) Soul Train clan member Kool and The Gang's Jungle Boogie, intended the title of this new WWII extravaganza to be. The mis-spelled title is an admitted intention as much as aforementioned screenwriter's characters' intentions and actions are. Blatantly Highlighted. His credit list continues.

Inglourious Basterds, just as the title, represents a group of crude-clumsy-uncontrolled Jewish-American soldiers set out under the command of a Tennessee native Lt Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) to kill Nazis and scalp them. The 'basterds' owe 100 scalps, each, to Lt Raine, PERSONALLY. And begins a quest of searching Nazi 'hunters'. Sometimes the 'basterds' look for another 'basterd' with a reputation and sometimes they encounter a basterd (a couple in this case) without realizing that both the parties are in the 'a-boomin' killing Nazi business. This non-realized encounter is one of the top courses offered in the 2 and a half hour WWII themed fiesta.

Can we please stand up and applaud Mr Christoph Waltz for an extraordinary portrayal of Col. Hans 'HUNTER' Landa? The strongest card on the table which keeps this poker game going. May it be the calm and patient 'Not whiskey, give me milk' scene in Chapter One (Once upon a time in Nazi occupied France) or the violent homage to lost-shoe-Cinderella scene in the final chapter, Mr Waltz stands above all. Chilling laughs and bloody executions cannot be duplicated by 'basterds'. Perhaps that's the driving force behind basterds' mission. Yes, the mission is aptly conveyed by Mr Pitt's character. To tell Y'ALL the truth 'ts all 'FINE AND DANDY' in the basterd convention. To join him is the 'slasher-pack' inductee Eli Roth as baseball-bat-swinger basterd who could very well be the product of the 'scoop-up-all-the-little-pieces-of-brain-and-skull-Mr-Wolf' split personality of our beloved screenwriter. So is Stiglitz. And then there is the quite french countryman trying to be protective, only to be failed.

As the list of the characters continue, so does the inter-twined plot of the dear screenwriter. The plots of characters discussing similarity between Squirrels-Rats and Rats-Jews, the plots of character developments like Lt Raine's speech and Stiglitz' killing derby, the plots of 'NITRATE' and 'DEALS'. You will know. Every other scene reminds screenwriter's previous endeavors of Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill and maybe slightly of (most underrated) Reservoir Dogs. If only the big finales could have been recreated. Something could be amiss. Could be not. Just like the beauty in the eyes of the beholder. Depends on you. Personally admitting, this flick could have blown the minds away. Instead this could come in the last in the achievements of Tarantino.

My Rating: 7/10