Quentin Tarantino returns with the story of the Basterds, a group of Jewish soldiers performing guerilla warfare and terror tactics behind enemy lines to strike fear into the hearts of German soldiers during World War II.
Inglourious Basterds is a very difficult film to pigeonhole. It’s part Jewish revenge fantasy, part Gung Ho war film, part knowing parody of patriotic flag wavers and 100% Tarantino. His trademark patchwork of styles and references is as evident as ever; the opening scenes are pure Sergio Leone, it becomes The Dirty Dozen and then zig-zags off on tangents all over the place. However, it is almost impossible not to enjoy a film with this premise and Brad Pitt’s hilarious send up of a hick war hero is almost as good as Christoph Waltz’s high camp evil Sherlock Holmes – complete with pipe. But I’d have to say much of the film that does not feature these two could’ve stood for a little pruning and very oddly for a Tarantino film, the soundtrack sometimes just does not sit well with the happenings on screen.
Unlike the likes of George Lucas and James Cameron however, Tarantino is a pure film fan’s film maker so when he gets too self indulgent, it is with the direction, dialogue and characters rather than visual bullshit and so even at their worst his films are always interesting and of merit.