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| Will he or won't he |
Given the movie within a movie within a movie (or whatever it was supposed to be) aspect of Inglourious Basterds and how that all worked out, the entire story just seems to be a big FkU to somebody. Since various industry institutions and what have you nominated it for this and that award and another, I have to assume the sentiment was directed at us, the viewers. Although it might not be the case, and the sentiment is directed within. Maybe it's cool to slam the powers-that-be. Perhaps they're just that naïve and don't know. Perhaps a movie maker doing such things is considered humorous to them.
It could be that my genius just doesn't understand Quentin Tarantino's genius. After all, we have a lot of the same influences, so it might be that I just don't like the way he's implemented them. We could ask how many times we need to see a standoff end quickly, or in this case, a number of overly long boring drawn out standoffs end in seconds or fractions of a second.
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| This party might last a while |
Here we have a movie that spends inordinate lengths of time building up situations that have already been resolved or would have happened anyway. That the resolutions frequently make little to no sense just further complicates things. For example, after what seems like an hour or two of us waiting, and watching two men talk about nothing? People already known to be hiding are machine-gunned to death. Well, except the one that is let to escape by the villain, of course. How interesting would it be if their paths intertwined again?
Oh, please. That's as likely as some Nazi super-sniper starring in a movie attempting to romance a Jewish theater owner in occupied Paris, or a generic discussion of great films and directors between the two. Especially if one of them had been the (other) villain let escape earlier.... Preposterous, right?
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| How deep can you do that before it kills them? |
Then we've got savage Jews running around Germany guerrilla-style smashing the heads of German soldiers in, or digging in the skin of those heads to what looks like almost possibly fatal depths. All run by some redneck that pokes his fingers in the wounds of allies, whose hair-brained (and quite unnecessary it turns out) plans get that allied person killed, murdered by the evil but most (only) interesting character in the movie. The killer who, besides being a sadistic and evil mastermind, turns out to be gay, a coward, a traitor and an opportunist. One that wants to live the American Dream. Wait, where was I?
In any case, it's a pity that the person that actually would have gotten this alternate reality job done anyway quite unsurprisingly gets killed by the first person they sort of killed, not that they wouldn't have burnt anyway. I suppose getting shot at the last moment instead of igniting later is just rather ironic. As is not being able to see what you'd set up get finished. In this case, by others doomed to burn. Yes, and the other two people separately involved shoot a bunch of the ones who are going to burn anyway, just like almost everyone else would have and does, so that's all okay I suppose. After all, the bumbling of the others would have ruined both the plans if it hadn't been for our evil mastermind not stopping either plan; the one he was aware of and the one he didn't know about, since doing anything would have stopped both. Whew. Talk about overkill.
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| Eli says hello |
Oh, and there's a black guy, and some music by David Bowie. I suppose what is most amazing is that's all the same movie.Well, not really the same movie, but it does happen at the same time and parts intertwine in a way. The same and not the same? It's all quite perplexing.
So, Quentin. If you're going to make some more warped less funny version of 1967's Casio Royale it might turn out better if you take shorter than ten years to write it. Although at least we didn't have to sit through the entire 12 hours, eh? Maybe that is the beauty of it all.
Buon Giorno indeed.
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