Inglourious Basterds movie review (2009) | Little White Lies

Inglou­ri­ous Basterds

19 Aug 2009 / Released: 19 Aug 2009

Two men, one holding a knife, in a forest setting.
Two men, one holding a knife, in a forest setting.
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Anticipation.

Hey, it’s QT. But can he be trusted with one of the most painful episodes in history?

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Enjoyment.

Amazing whenever the Jew Hunter is on screen. Wait, is this movie still running?

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In Retrospect.

Too long and too full of itself, but saved by one genius performance and some hot flashes of classic QT dialogue.

Quentin Tarantino’s World War Two epic is saved by one genius per­for­mance and some hot flash­es of dialogue.

Inglou­ri­ous Bas­ter­ds starts with the best scene Quentin Taran­ti­no has writ­ten since Den­nis Hop­per told Christo­pher Walken he’s an egg-plant in True Romance. Whisk­ing volatile com­e­dy with pow­derkeg vio­lence, it’s as good as it gets. And it nev­er gets that good again.

Unfold­ing in Ger­man, French and Eng­lish, this ter­rif­ic open­ing scene sees the vil­lain­ous Jew Hunter’, Colonel Hans Lan­da (Christoph Waltz), mur­der a Jew­ish fam­i­ly hid­ing in a French farm. But one girl (Mélanie Lau­rent) escapes, grow­ing up to run a Paris cin­e­ma where she hatch­es a plot to kill Hitler and the Reich’s top brass when they attend a movie première.

What we have here, then, is QT glee­ful­ly har­ness­ing film’s pow­er to rewrite his­to­ry. Mean­while, Michael Fassbender’s British agent (a film crit­ic by train­ing) gets orders from an unrecog­nis­able Mike Myers to hook up with Ger­man actress-cum-spy Diane Kruger to take out Hitler him­self. Once again, it’s tough-grrls who are the real heroes in QT’s world of vio­lent men. And Kruger pro­vides the trade­mark foot fetishism.

So where, exact­ly, are the Bas­ter­ds in all this? Well, quite. After Brad Pitt’s red­neck half-Apache leader Aldo Raine demands his squad of Jew­ish-Amer­i­can sol­diers each bring him 100 Nazi scalps, they bare­ly fea­ture. After fear­some intro­duc­tions, infa­mous Nazi-killing Ger­man Til Schweiger doesn’t say a word in the film, and blan­kety-blank Eli Roth leaves you wish­ing they’d cast a prop­er actor as the infa­mous Bear Jew’. Woody Allen would’ve been good.

QT’s war opus is topped and tailed by shock­ing mas­sacres, but in-between, the vio­lence erupts only in short, bloody blasts. The dev­il is in the dia­logue. Tarantino’s best action set-pieces are all ver­bal: the farm­house scene, a tav­ern drink­ing game in which an SS offi­cer grows sus­pi­cious of Fassbender’s Ger­man accent, and, basi­cal­ly, every time Lan­da opens his mouth.

Noth­ing in the entire movie is as fun­ny, fright­en­ing or sophis­ti­cat­ed as Christoph Waltz’s unfor­get­table per­for­mance. All silken men­ace veil­ing socio­path­ic derange­ment, he’s full of tiny intri­ca­cies that don’t come from the script – whether care­ful­ly undo­ing the fas­ten­ings on a note­book, or eat­ing apple strudel (“Ah, ah! Wait for ze cream…”).

Trou­ble is, the rest of Bas­ter­ds drags on and on and on. Over the last decade, Tarantino’s movies have become less fre­quent and more indul­gent. Now it’s got to the point where he repeats long dia­logue scenes until you’re tired of hear­ing peo­ple talk. Inglou­ri­ous Bas­ter­ds ran very bag­gy at its Cannes cut of two hours and 41 min­utes. It’s no exag­ger­a­tion to say that an hour could have been hacked away like a Nazi scalp.

Taran­ti­no has been wrestling with the script for more than a decade and he still hasn’t nailed it. He even hauls in Samuel L Jack­son to inter­ject sev­er­al voiceover-inter­ludes when he runs out of ideas for how to tell the story.

By the bizarre, blaz­ing sado-mas­sacre of a finale, QT has let loose com­plete­ly: flash­es of cine-genius cur­dle with crude, crazy juve­nil­i­ty, although it doesn’t stop this being his most pure­ly enjoy­able film since Kill Bill: Vol. 1. The banana-chinned supergeek him­self obvi­ous­ly likes it – just wait for the last line.

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