The Vanishing Point Breakin’ 2 Days in the Valley Girl Next Door in the Floor … Cool as Ice Pirates of the Caribbean
The Air Up There Goes the Neighborhood
Next Friday the 13th Warrior
Nosferatu Wong Fu Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmars Attacks … As Tears Go Bicentennial Man Who Fell to Battlefield Earth Angels With Dirty Faces of Death Wish Upon a Starsky and Hutch … Walkabout a Boy … The CIder House Rules of the Game … The Man Who Would Be King Ralph … All About Eve of Destruction … Those Who Love Me Can Take the Trainspotting … The Networking Girl 6 Days, Seven Nights in Rodanthe Music Lovers on the Bridge to Terabithia Clockwork Orange County General’s Daughters of Darkness Falls … The Man in the Iron Masked & Anonymous … Regarding Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer Klowns from Outer Spacecamp Nowhere Man on Firewall-E.T.
Altered States of Wonder Boy and His Dog Gone Baby Gone (in Sixty Seconds) With the Windtalkers
No Escape From New York, New York … Two or Three Things I know About Herzog … Medea Goes to Jailhouse RocknRolla
Johnny B. Goodburgerfellas … Remember the Titanics … The Curious Case of Private Benjamin Button … Assault and Flatteries Not Included … Cop Land of the Lost in Space Jam … August Rushmore the Merrier … The Passion of the Antichrist … 8 1/2 Women Under the Influence … Big Trouble in Little Chinatown … Knife in the Waterworld … Kiss Me Deadly Friend … The Legend of Billy Jeanne Dielman … Once Upon a Time in the Westworld … Timecode Unknown Pleasures … Fat Girl, Interrupted … Trouble Every Daytrippers … The House Bunny Lake Is Missing … Give My Regards to Broadway Danny the Rose … The Unbearable Lightness of Being John Malkovich … The Asphalt Jungle Fever … Barfly Me to the Moon … McCabe and Mrs. Miller’s Crossing Over … French Cancan I Get a Witness?
Bad Boys on the Sideways of the Flesh Gordon… Inland Empire of the Sun Strikes Backdraft … The Eraserhead … Citizen Ruth Kane … The King and I, Robot Jox … Spidermandroid … Meet Harry Black and the Tiger Widow of St. Pierre … Big Top Gun Pee Wee … 24 Hour Party People Under the Stairs … They Live and Let Die Hard Day’s Night on Earth Girls Are Five Easy Pieces of April … ShamPootietang … Even Cowgirls Get the Blue Velvets … St. Elmo’s Fire Walk With Me, Myself, and Irene
(Please pardon the typos — I blasted this comment out and probably should’ve given it the ol’ once-over before posting.)
Absolutely — couldn’t agree more, even if Tarantino created this fascinating commentary somehow by accident.
I am not at all a fan of Quentin Tarantino, and I didn’t expect to find much of anything redeeming in this movie. I haven’t been that pleasantly surprised by a film in a long time. Before I say anything, though, I should get it out of the way that I was *not* one of the insane people who have proliferated and ruined not only this but just about every movie-going experience I’ve had in the past 10 years or so who laugh nervously and/or inappropriately throughout an entire film.
With that said, I thought that Inglourious Basterds was fucking phenomenal, and deserving of the admittedly garish final line. I don’t even know how to really begin covering everything I loved about it — the bizarre but exhilarating juxtaposition of tension-inducing, highly controlled scenes with blasts of horrific violence; the motif of private versus public versus professional identities and where you fall on this spectrum when it comes to making choices to save yourself and your family or to honor your/your group’s morals/duty (not to mention language as a barrier and betrayer); the desire for celebrity and individual recognition versus the desire to obliterate identity to hide (and, relatedly, the fascinating theme of nicknames, their origins, and their applicability); the rich, meta-filmic layering of actors playing characters playing actors (hence, I think, the intentionally distracting use of super-well-knowns such as Pitt and Myers, along the lines of Cruise and Kidman appearing in Eyes Wide Shut); the idea of fate versus chance versus planning; the sheer love of cinema its just so steeped in; the breathtaking Cat People scene; the lush reds of Nazi flags, British drapery, and freshly carved scalps … I could go on and on.
Since I’m not Jewish, I don’t feel terribly comfortable commenting on the overall morality of turning the tables and taking brutal revenge on the Nazis; however, I personally found that — in spite of the sociopaths laughing and cheering at every opportunity, however frighteningly wrong-headed — the violence and vengeance was not meant to be “fun,” or even if it was, it miraculously didn’t turn out that way. I think that too much time and care was taken to give most of the Nazi characters personality and even charisma for us to simply cheer the gory attacks unleashed upon them. It seems to me that this alternate history is meant to be deplorable, if of course not equally deplorable to what actually occurred. If you’re cheering for violence *that* brutal, then I think the problem’s with you, not Tarantino. Any victories in this movie are Pyrrhic.
It is by no means the best movie ever. It is, however, one of the most thematically layered and interesting big-budget Hollywood spectacles in probably decades, far exceeding most films in terms of ambition, and I’d also say execution. I can’t wait to see it again.