The new film from director Quentin Tarantino might not be his very best movie, but it’s certainly his most ridiculous. A stylized World War II propaganda film, the plot mostly revolves around the senseless slaughter of hundreds of Nazi scumbags at the hands of Brad Pitt (Aldo Raine) and his band of Inglourious [sic] Basterds [sic]. In Tarantino’s usual style, the film is packed with as many cinematic references as it is immoderate violence. The title comes from a 1978 film of the same name by Italian director Enzo Castellari (the films otherwise have little in common), while the movie itself is a quixotic genre-bender, blurring the lines between Spaghetti Western and French New Wave, turning the war film genre upside-down. Wildly entertaining and hilariously improbable, Inglourious Basterds is no Saving Private Ryan. In the tradition of the best World War II novels (Catch-22, The Naked and the Dead), there are no impossible heroics or heroes here, just a bunch of ridiculous, idiotic nonsense that reminds us there is nothing glourious [sic] about our wars. Aldo Raine says at the end, “This might just be my masterpiece.” For now that remains to be seen, but Inglourious Basterds is certainly Tarantino’s best since Pulp Fiction, and one of the very best films of 2009.
--Matt Miner
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