Inglourious Basterds

[new_kate]

 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 his pants 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.

Comments

[tiggymalvern.livejournal.com]

You did indeed spell it right! And I will fangirl right alongside you :-) Tarantinto takes outrageous and offensive and startling and makes it tense, brilliant and fabulous.

[new-kate.livejournal.com]

Yes! I have no idea how he does it! I suppose being a mad genius helps. Isn't it cute though how he revels in his movie-nerdiness even more than in the outrageous and gory? Oh, Quentin.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Sounds like Quentin tipped right over into the id vortex with this one. I can't decide if this is a recommendation or not!

[new-kate.livejournal.com]

It is! The movie is truly great! I don't know, I thought Kill Bill, with which he completely lost me, was supposed to be his id movie, but no. Because Tarantino's id is really far less about blood, rape, murder and lesbian sex than he wants us to think. It's much more about having fangazms all over new wave French cinema and nerding out shamelessly in public and killing his characters one sentence before they peak as characters, two sentences before they're past their prime.

But the foot fetish, yes, is all true, I have no doubt.

[derryderrydown.livejournal.com]

Also, Til Schweiger being tied up and flogged! Wheee!

[new-kate.livejournal.com]

EXACTLY.
I really appreciated that scene being thrown in just for the hell of it. Well, for us, I suppose! Oh he was so hot. Officers' table!!!

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Isn't it fabulous? I laughed like a drain throughout :) The Italian! Hee!

[new-kate.livejournal.com]

It's so fabulous! By the last scene I didn't even have breath to laugh and omg I needed it.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Having recently, *ahem* acquired this and not yet watched it, where does it fall on the scale of embarrassing/hilarious UK comedies about the war to all-out gore?

[new-kate.livejournal.com]

It's certainly less gory than Kill Bill, but so are most things, really. I mean, it's quintessential Tarantino. I'm not that well versed in UK comedies about war, don't think I saw anything apart from The Great Escape to be honest! The level of political correctness is very 1940s, but probably that's where any common ground ends. Let's see, scales. It's less gross than anything Frank Miller related, less quaint than Guy Ritchie, and slightly less historically accurate than Hetalia.

Also apparently the actor who plays The Bear Jew loves reading slash about himself, twitters about it and attempts to traumatise Tarantino with links, yeah, good luck trying to traumatise Tarantino.