In Nazi-occupied France during World War II, a group of Jewish-American soldiers known as "The Basterds" are chosen specifically to spread fear throughout the Third Reich by scalping and brutally killing Nazis.
I'll start off by saying: Sure, it's not perfect, but holy fucking hell it's cool!
It's not Reservoir Dogs, and it's not Pulp Fiction, but it more than surpassed both Kill Bill flicks, and the other Tino films by a milestone.
It's probably one of Pitt's weaker performances to this date, but the role is so well-written, that the over-acting is forgivable. Eli Roth is probably best fit behind the camera, or thrown into drama school. Also, the film has it's long pauses from time to time, but they're excused by the classic Tino dialog.
Now that we've gotten all that out of the way, let's start elaborating on how incredibly awesome Inglourious Basterds is.
The fantastic cinematography only compliments what Tino is best at, the dialog, and Christ almighty it's cool. In fact, it's as provocative as it is ingenious, and it really helps, or help would be the wrong choice of words here. The dialog works like an armor of pure testosterone manliness which keeps the rest of the awesomeness intact and unharmed.
The film, which isn't deep at all, feels like a party for the cramped psychopathic maniac inside you, and you know what? That side of you will feel so satisfied afterwards, that you'll never experience a situation where you'd just like to blow up everything anymore.
This is the film they should've shown Alex DeLarge while he was all tied up in that chair in A Clockwork Orange. It's so mad, it's so cool, and it reeks of mayhem.
Christoph Waltz should also be praised for his performance as Hans Landa, which is anything out of the ordinary.
Tino's storyline and directing works like a fat chunk of 19 inch man-meat pumped up with general old school, feel-good hero-juice, and Morricone's music only sweetens the deal as western coating.
This is not the film you'd want to bring your girlfriend to, this is the film you'd want to bring a bunch of straight manboy friends.
I just can't get over how pumped up this film got me, I think I need something to calm me down now.
It'll sure knock your silk slippers off!
I'll read through it and run a spell check tomorrow, but now I need to scalp some Nazis.