Bastards are Inglorious

Quentin Tarantino has been on a dry spell since he Killed Bill, but he has recently hit the jackpot. Lucky Bastard. Inglorious sucks you in harder than a $50 hooker.

The storyline is pretty well thought-out and portrayed in Tarantino fashion. The flick is 3 hours long, and after a long day of work, I really couldn't take my eyes away. For someone who pays student prices for flicks, I might actually pay the full amount to see this one. Well worth it.

The acting is what really steals the show. Surprisingly it isn't all Brad Pitt although he does very well. Honestly though, he had an easy role. Read some lines that are very well written and add a southern accent, ohh and look like a badass doing it. Easy money.

The acting of Christoph Waltz is what really steals the show. He nailed the role of the antagonist, and for those of you who missed that SAT word, it means bad guy. He makes you both hate and admire his character and that is no easy feat.

There are plenty of signs that remind you that Tarantino made this flick. The best sign of all is the dialog. Somehow, he takes everyday conversation and puts it in a movie. Such a simple concept that is to complex for everyone else.

I originally thought this film was a remake which drives me up the wall. The original Inglorious Bastards had a different plot which completely makes sense. Tarantino takes an idea, adds blood, gore and good dialog, and sticks a good-looking guy or girl in front of the camera and he makes money. It's that easy folks.

This one goes as one of his best. I was really hoping Samuel L. Jackson was going to make an appearance, but he didn't. Ohh well. He will be in the next movie I see, yelling as usual.

If you are looking for an historically accurate flick, this is not your movie. If you are looking for some fun Nazi ass kicking with a side of more Nazi ass kicking, then this one is for you. This flick gets the whole cherry pit (5 out of 5). Woot.

Birddogger Out.