I would like to sum up Inglorious Bastards for any of you who haven't seen it. The first twenty minutes are like this:
The rest of it is like this:
I wish I was fucking kidding.
The main problem with it is, when Tarantino isn't being Tarantino, it's very good. The opening is fraught with tension, the acting and camera work are nothing short of masterful. When the bastards (sorry, "basterds") show up, everything goes horribly wrong. Everything can be nicely summed up by Eli Roth as "The Bear Jew" who prances around the set, exactly like the Scout from TF2, whooping and yelling, screaming baseball lines and walloping people with his bat.
The Americans really don't help their image sometimes. This is exactly how I'd expect a slightly racist insular American to make a film about a bunch of Americans who go over to France and win the war for the allies.
The thing is- I KNOW Tarantino isn't especially racist. His favourite film of the last ten years is Battle Royale. There are several Korean, Japanese, French and German films in his top twenty. So where did all this apple pie, baseball, love my country americanised bullshit come from?
The portrayal of Hitler doesn't help either.
As Yahtzee said, back when he used the be good, as evil as the real nazis were, I don't think they were quite evil enough for these guys. Tarantino takes some of the most despicable human beings ever created and turns them into cliched comic book villains. Der Untergang this is not.
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