BY MIKEY MIGO
I came for Brad Pitt in a Tarantino movie and stayed for Christoph Waltz in a masterpiece. I'm not a huge Tarantino fan. I appreciate his homage and style, but his overall body of work has a few repetitive feel to it. It's almost as if the characters from each movie survive and go into witness protection, get new names, and relive the same pseudo-gangster type of stories. For some it works, but for me not so much. I accept QT's acclaim and I respect the hell out of the man, but I just don't fit his standard demo as much as one would want to believe. For the most part, I'll watch a Tarantino flick, enjoy the ride and then never watch it again. It's the same story with "Inglourious Basterds". I enjoyed the fuck out of the ride. The story, the characters, and style were great. The experience of watching this movie was one of the best movie experiences I've had in some time, but at the end of the day I doubt I'll watch it again. Christoph Waltz's "Jew Hunter" character was balls out bad ass. While I don't agree with the character's mantra, I could not look away and I could not stop smiling. I came into the movie wanting to see Pitt rock his much advertised role, but he quickly got overshadowed by Waltz, Diane Kruger, Eli Roth, and even BJ Novak. Pitt rocked it, but it really just felt like a nazi-hating Tyler Durden without the rock star attire. That's cool and all, but I'm seen it before. When your main complain is Brad Pitt, then the movie can't be all that bad. I've seen every minute of theatric production Tarantino has released, but this movie was CLEARLY his best. If Waltz and Tarantino leave award season without a mantle of awards then cinema is dead. Movies like this is exactly why I find myself being stressed out about casting, scheduling, and all the other hassles of independent filmmaking. Was it Quentin Tarantino's "masterpiece"? Fuck yes. My cup of tea? Not so much.
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