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Inglourious Basterds
Jan. 7th, 2010 05:27 pm I hope I spelled that right.
Inglourious Basterds!!! Omg Tarantino I luv you (again) you are shameless and mad and a creepy, lovely nerd.
This movie is essentially Reservoir Dogs again but this time completely unrestrained. There are just no restraints. Things like budget, good taste, artistic integrity, convention, need for critical acclaim or outside approval, fear, loathing, sense of own mortality or shame - none of that matters even a little to this pen- and director chair- wielding maniac. His creative voice flows clear and perfect, and we can see directly into hispants soul like never before.
"Am I the history of the negro in America?"
"No"
"Then I must be King Kong."
There are British spies, feet worship, bravery, celluloid, Hitler, Mike Myers, scalps, strudels and everything. All his favourite things. Aw, Quentin. Really, not that many people can create a pure self-indulgent wankfest of such golden beauty. Outside of the fandom, anyway.
Inglourious Basterds!!! Omg Tarantino I luv you (again) you are shameless and mad and a creepy, lovely nerd.
This movie is essentially Reservoir Dogs again but this time completely unrestrained. There are just no restraints. Things like budget, good taste, artistic integrity, convention, need for critical acclaim or outside approval, fear, loathing, sense of own mortality or shame - none of that matters even a little to this pen- and director chair- wielding maniac. His creative voice flows clear and perfect, and we can see directly into his
"Am I the history of the negro in America?"
"No"
"Then I must be King Kong."
There are British spies, feet worship, bravery, celluloid, Hitler, Mike Myers, scalps, strudels and everything. All his favourite things. Aw, Quentin. Really, not that many people can create a pure self-indulgent wankfest of such golden beauty. Outside of the fandom, anyway.
