No, that's not a spelling error, it's just my incredibly clever way of saying that this movie fell a bit short of the mark. Now I don't consider myself to be a true
Quentin Tarantino fan. I like
Pulp Fiction very much [it’s on my DVD shelf behind me] but not really
Reservoir Dogs or
Jackie Brown, not bad movies, just not “me”. The man is arguably a better writer when he's not directing as I love
True Romance and
From Dusk Till Dawn [both also on my DVD shelf behind me]. However
Tarantino’s contribution to cinema has been less then stellar this decade. 2003’s
Kill Bill Vol.1, superior to its 2nd half the following year was his last truly great work. Following that, he wasted time directing episodes of
ER, a scene in
Robert Rodriguez’
Sin City and produced the irredeemably shit
Death Proof. A lot of hope was therefore pinned on the
Inglorious Basterds.
In development for what seemed like an eternity,
Inglorious Basterds conjured up images of an modernly ultra-violent
Dirty Dozen remake filled with
Tarantino’s dark humour and snappy dialog and the
Basterds themselves fighting and killing thousands of Nazis in pitched battles on their way to their glory – basically better than Viagra for war-nuts. Well that’s not what we got… The movie opened with what should be heralded as one of the greatest war-movie scenes in history. It’s a simple conversation between a French dairy farmer and
SS Colonel Hans Landa over glasses of milk concerning the whereabouts of the farmer’s Jewish neighbours. The raw tension of this 20 minute scene is stunning and the dialog is superior to any of
Tarantino’s “café” scenes in
Pulp Fiction and
Reservoir Dogs where the characters are in deep philosophical conversation. Sadly as soon as this is over, the whole fuckin’ thing falls completely apart and degenerates into something ultimately unworthy of it’s magnificent opening.
I will say at times, the dialog is sharp and as witty as
Tarantino usually produces. The humour and violence he infuses into his movies is present here but sadly not in the abundance we’ve come to expect from the man. There are sparsely few genuinely amusing moments involving the
Basterds' attempts at Italian but
Mike Myers'
General Fenech would have been more at home in an
Austin Powers piss-take movie [yes I don’t mean even a real
Austin movie – they’re actually good] where he plays all of the characters alongside multiple
Eddie Murphy’s or some equally stupid crap – here it’s just stupid.
Of huge disappointment is that only 50% of the movie is focused on
Lt. Aldo Raine [
Brad Pitt] and his men – the other half is a completely unconnected but nonetheless intense revenge tale with
Mélanie Laurent’s character
Shosanna, who is determined to kill the Nazis who murdered her family. Now in the hands of a ‘serious’ director, this story of ultimate revenge would be outstanding, a film in itself; I think I’d even be happy with
Tarantino directing it himself provided he’d film it like the aforementioned first 20 minutes of this movie. Sadly this is completely wasted here as part of
Tarantino’s WW2 wet-dream with
Mike Myers' over-acting, stereotypical hammy villains and other such inappropriate elements which don’t meld.
The characters in this movie were a mixed bag of either excellence or “why have this character even in this movie?”
Til King Arthur, The Replacement Killers Schweiger’s
Sgt. Stiglitz [pictured right] character would be in the former group and easily my favourite
Basterd. A defector from the Nazis he joined the lads in country after they saved him from a death sentence. The aforementioned villain
Col. Landa "The Jew Hunter” began as a sublimely evil and reprehensible SS officer, but he soon degenerated from a cold calculating detective into a parody of himself and finished the movie as a sad excuse for a hammy sub-standard Bond villain. Don’t get me started on
Rod Taylor’s appearance as
Winston Churchill: Why? Dear sweet
Lucas why?
A mention must be paid however to
Eli Roth, director of
Hostel as
Sgt. Donny Donowitz “The Bear Jew.” His was a wonderful performance and was the highlight of two of the movie's most intensely blood-soaked scenes: one where he beats a Nazi’s head to a pulp with a baseball bat and later empties an MP40 sub-machine gun into another’s face. Which brings me to the point that the instances of violence here earned this movie a full star. Other than
Roth’s scenes, we see some splendid throat slitting, swastikas being carved into foreheads and some Native American style scalping which was really quite exquisite. Sadly, these brief albeit beautifully filmed moments of violence are too infrequent and spread out over the movie’s over-long running time resulting in unnecessary boredom on the part of the audience, without even so much as the tension of the opening scene to punctuate them.
Tarantino pretentiously doesn’t believe that anyone can score one of his movies because it's like someone "interfering with his vision", or so he says, which is why he chooses pre-existing music and songs when putting a soundtrack to his movies.
Inglorious Basterds is no different, the soundtrack here consists of many cues written by veteran composer
Ennio Morricone which were in fact written for now long-forgotten Spaghetti Westerns and also bizarrely mixed in is a track by
David Bowie. The former does work somewhat with the visuals on screen, the latter however is a harsh reminder that you’re watching a total fucking mess anyway, so why not Bowie in WW2? Wibble!
If I was to excavate for a meaning to this movie, I'd have to say that
Tarantino was trying to tell us how dangerous film can be - not just the old nitrate film which we discover [through misplaced narration by
Samuel L. Jackson, before witnessing for ourselves] is highly flammable - but the medium of film itself is dangerous as witnessed through the disastrous consequences, both physically and emotionally that
Basterds' premier of Nazi propaganda movie "A Nation's Pride" had. Of such ironic pity however is the fact that
Tarantino did not take his own advice and has made a movie that will no doubt be loved by the increasingly underdeveloped minds of the worlds youth who will believe that this is - if not "based on a true story" will believe that it's completely true. Sigh, I can just imagine the history essays now...
Final Verdict: Was I expecting too much from this? I think not, I wanted something from the man who made
Pulp Fiction, even the man who wrote
True Romance. But what I got was the latest movie from the director of
Death Proof. Alas
Basterds is not the comeback movie everyone hoped it would be and
Tarantino ends this decade with nothing more than a feint whimpering homage to his Spaghetti Western and War movie collection which is likely to offend those that survived the harrowing conflict of World War II. Nice one
Quentin!
Colonel Creedon Rating:
**