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.

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[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.