Written and directed by Quentin Tarantino
Starring Brad Pitt, Diane Kruger, Melanie Laurent, Christoph Waltz, Daniel Bruhl, Eli Roth, Samm Levine, B.J. Novak, Til Schweiger, Gedeon Burkhard, Paul Rust, Michael Bacall, Omar Doom, Sylvester Groth, Julie Dreyfus, Jacky Ido, August Diehl, Martin Wuttke, Richard Sammel, Christian Berkel, Sonke Mohring, Michael Fassbender, Rod Taylor, Denis Menochet
Rated R for profanity, graphic scalpin’, and killin’
Rating - 1 bullet hole
“They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin’, mass murderin’ maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That’s why any and every every son of a bitch we find wearin’ a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die.” - Lt. Aldo Raine
Basterds! Boisterous. Swaggering. Machismo-fueled revenge bloodfest. Also, Tarantino’s most mature dialogue to date. Some frustrating missteps - damn ego! - but ultimately a film that simultaneously defies standard war films yet pays homage to the most classic ones that many of us grew up cheering along with.
The film is probably not what you are expecting. Tarantino has no interest in the somber World War II films of recent years such as Saving Private Ryan, The Thin Red Line, or Defiance. He admits that he wanted to craft a film that was more of a thrilling adventure story like those 60s and 70s classics such as The Great Escape, A Bridge Too Far, or The Dirty Dozen.
Forget what you learned in school. This is revisionist history with a cackling puppeteer.
A commentary about the fallacy of revenge? Nope. It’s wall to wall war chic, bolstered by terrific dialogue and delirious action scenes.
And oh how Tarantino loves his chapters. Except this time, they’re linear. Two story lines. The first involves Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt), a good ole boy from Tennessee with Apache blood who is tasked with a special mission. He and a squad of Jewish-Americans have an axe to grind (literally!). Raine wants each of them to bring him “One hunurd Nat-see scalps”. Their objective: a brutal campaign of killing and obliterating as many Nazis as they can in occupied France.
The second story involves Shosanna Dreyfus (the sensational Mélanie Laurent), a young Jewish woman who is the sole survivor of a massacre at the hands of Col. Hans Landa when she was a little girl. One night, she meets Pvt Fredrick Zoller (Daniel Brühl), a Nazi war hero and now a propaganda movie star, who has taken an interest in Shosanna and the theater she owns.
How Shosanna’s story line and that of the Basterds merge is certainly not something I will ruin for you. Needless to say, an opera of violence and retribution awaits.
Except for the climax, Basterds contains surprisingly little violence. Tarantino is more interested in dialogue. Consider the opening scene- approximately 20 minutes of a verbal sparring match between two characters. Their speech is intelligent, deliberate, and menacing. Seeing the film with a full house, you could have heard a pin drop during this scene. Creepy and riveting.
One of the players in the aforementioned scene is Col. Hans Landa (Christoph Waltz), aka the Jew Hunter. This is easily one of the best villains in film history. That is not hyperbole. Just the way Landa drinks a glass of milk is sinister. He is quiet, speaks in measured tones (as well as three different languages), and oozes evil out of every pore. An astounding performance sure to earn Waltz an Oscar nomination (he already won the Best Actor honor at Cannes).
Tarantino’s films defy categorization. They are not products of the Hollywood factory that we despise. Yet, his greatest strengths are also his greatest weaknesses.
He writes great dialogue but it drags on too long in some scenes (as it did through half of Deathproof). Consider the terrific scene set in a basement pub with some German officers, some Basterds, and German actress Bridget von Hammersmark (Diane Kruger). An effective scene in creating tension, but the dialogue used for that tension tends to drag on and show us how smart and hip QT is.
Tarantino loves to create colorful characters. Jules Winnfield. Vincent Vega. Mr. White. Mr. Blonde. Mr. Orange. Mr. Pink. Jackie Brown. Ordell Robbie. The Bride. Bill. And now the cartoonish and captivating Aldo Raines. Brad Pitt is intentionally over the top and had me laughing throughout. The Basterds are an arresting crew, but we don’t see them together much. Very odd.
Also, Eli Roth is an ass awful actor. He plays a memorable character, the Bear Jew, in a role that could have easily been played by…anyone else. BJ Novak is completely wasted here. You literally see him in maybe 3 scenes total…in the last one, he just shows up out of nowhere. Confounding. Probably the best basterd is Til Schweiger. I’d like to see an entire film built around him.
Tarantino loves to use well known actors in cameos and can do it with real effectiveness. Doesn’t work here. Where the hell did Mike Myers come from? Are we supposed to keep a straight face when Austin friggin Power is giving a mission briefing?
The thing I like most about Inglourious Basterds, as well as Tarantino’s other work, is his undying passion for film and music. It is on full display here from the opening credits to the Enrico Morricone score to the crazy but effective use of a David Bowie song in a 1940s era film. Look for the ghosts of Sergio Leone and Robert Aldrich embedded in the print. There are other countless homages, some of which I’m sure I missed.
Speaking of which, Tarantino does not just copy other films. There’ s a difference between an homage and a ripoff.
This is a heavily sub-titled movie using international languages and actors which lends it an extra air of authenticity. It has its misfires, but overall is a well played revenge fantasy. It begs more than one viewing, so round up your own group of basterds to go see it with. It’s a hell of a good time.
Directed by Louie Psihoyos