Okay, I've only read the review. Not seen the movie. Never will, I hope.
The movie reviewer in The West just loved Quentin Tarantino's latest gore fest, Inglourious Basterds. A slow but tantalising start to the movie... nothing happens and you begin to wonder what it's all about, I guess. Lots of pop culture references... the movie title, for example... probably quite humorous, if you happen to be a fan of 1970s Italian war movies. Three long hours of talking heads.
Interspersed with sudden bursts of extreme violence.
Tarantino's warmest and funniest movie yet, apparently. What, was it even funnier than the Hogan's Heroes Auschwitz special?
Three hours of extreme boredom interspersed by short bursts of extreme violence. War as humour, art as war. I can hardly wait to see it.
Oh. Yes I can.
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