An Inglorious Movie Recommendation - Tarantino's Basterdly Great Flick
Quentin Tarantino's movies don't usually appeal to the over 60 crowd, never mind take up a solid half hour of a car trip with your parents worth of discussion. But
This is one hell of a movie. Because it's Tarantino entertaining (yes, the man deserves to be made into an adverb), because it's a movie an over 14 year old person can enjoy and is still making bagazillions, and because it's far more thoughtful than you might think at first.
And as a Jew watching the ultimate wish-fulfillment fantasy of a movie that probably every Jewish child (boy, for sure) had - of beating up on and killing Nazis (though maybe my fantasies weren't quite so scalping grotesque graphic) let me be straight: watching German soldiers, even the SS soldiers, getting beaten to a pulp with a baseball bat did not fill me with glee.
And here's a more subversive thought - I'm not sure that's what Quentin was hoping for. I'm not sure this film is even as much the Nazi killing porn the majority of viewers assume it to be. Once/if you've seen the movie ask yourself this: at the movie premiere, why was Hitler laughing? What was he laughing at? Quentin's thought about this more than we have, I'm certain of that. I believe he's pointing a finger at us, the viewer, indulging in the violence. Don't get me wrong, Tarantino's having his cake and eating it too, because we all know he lurvs the violence. But he's commenting on it too.
Food for thought from a film that was also Tarantino delicious with suspense (best opening scene of the year; there I said it), genre bending (in that it incorporates countless of them) and filled with some truly killer killer performances.
If they were allowing me to nominate over at the old academy I'd be voting for Christoph Waltz (the most evil f'n bastard I've loved hating on screen in decades) for best supporting actor. Brad Pitt was witty and solid, for sure[+]. Waltz, and in four languages no less, was sinister and hilarious and over-the-top and yet never hammy. It's a performance a mother would love if your mother was Stanley Kubrick (RIP).
[+see footnote if nerdy enough, or bored enough, or just feeling clicky. it happens to the best of us.]