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Superfantastic 'Inglourious Basterds' Review at The Auteurs

Fairy tale from the start, complete with a little big bad wolf (or hawk, as it is) sent to blow a house down, Quentin Tarantino‚Äôs Inglourious Basterds is, as should be expected, of the Grimm lineage: crass and bloody and tragic and funny, at most events twisted. It opens with a smack-you-scatty pointer title card, “Once Upon a Time In Nazi-Occupied France,” to tell us Tarantino sees World War II as just another Leone epic, maybe, with better dialog; another vaguely cartoon setting to pile on film references and cruelty, with little regard for real world historical accuracy. Our auteurist auteur favors the faith that the cinema is its own history. —Ryland Walker Knight

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I have to watch all of Tarantino's movies again now.

Saw Inglourious Basterds last night and it made me wish I’d paid more attention to all of Quentin Tarantino’s other films instead of always being like, “YEAH, Tarantino, good, but not my shit” because Inglourious Basterds is so my shit. It’s split into chapters, the first of which has a subtitle of “Once upon a time…” Having read nothing about it before going in, I scribbled excitedly in my notebook, “fairy tale?” And yes, it’s a fairy tale. The moral of it would be “guard your imaginations (and your cinema).” It’s about “killing Nazis,” of course, but it’s just as much about cinema itself. The latest propaganda film, Nation’s Pride, from Hitler’s second in command Joseph Goebbels (the real filmmaker and Propaganda Minister under Hitler), provides the narrative’s drive from the middle to the end, making quite clear for anyone who didn’t have the chance to study Third Reich cinema in college the utter seriousness with which it was treated. The Basterds—a group of Jewish-American soldiers who use guerilla tactics to kill Nazi soldiers—are, in the film, avenging the presence of Nazis and Hitler in our imaginations, completely breaking them either physically or mentally. Brad Pitt’s Aldo the Apache is the kind of American character Americans love (unapologetically brash and badass, with a hint of anti-intellectualism) and you will fall for it on a giddy, visceral level. But the SS officer Hans Lander who is Aldo’s opposite—a prim polyglot who treats “Jew hunting” as simply an occupation at which he is very, very skilled—is also extremely pleasurable to watch.

It’s the smartest, most entertaining movie I’ve seen this year and I see a lot of fucking movies. I’d say more but I don’t want to spoil anything big for anyone because I assume you’re going to go see it right now.